Thursday, November 12, 2009

"Chef said to take care of you..."

Ohhhh GOOD. thanks chef.

As Miss McCloud noted, we have been making a serious go at raising our level of consumption. I'm slowly coming to the honest realization that no matter how many times I say let's grab a "glass of wine and a salad" what I'm really setting myself up for is 2 *bottles* of wine and at least four kinds of cheese.

Last night however, we skipped all charades of moderation and went balls out for six courses of deliciousness. At least our adorable server had it right when he completely inappropriately described one course (possibly the pork belly?) as "better than sex" as he presented it- then blushed - tried to take it back but then rocked the comparison further and proclaimed "well it definitely SMELLS better".

I know I was pretty inebriated at the time, but in the cold hard office light of day, I think it's still funny. in fact, I'm impressed that after being plied with countless glasses of wine/bubbly/liquor I didn't totter off my bar stool like a weeble placed on much too high of a shelf.

Turns out we learned a few things last night.
1) bacon is always delicious, as we had it in several novel forms

2) sitting at the bar watching/fraternizing with the creators of delicious cuisine is not likely to encourage me to exercise ANY self restraint.

3) the 46 lunges that I did while staring slack jawed at the "Tyra" show aren't going to put even a dimple in the pecan pie, basque cheese or bacon ice cream. Let alone the whipped potato puree that I gobbled then stole what little Miss McCloud left behind on her plate.

At the end of the night I couldn't decide if the giant tip on our meager bill (which in NO way was an accurate list of what was actually consumed) was a good idea, or terrible idea given that I'm not sure I can survive ongoing generosity from those lovely, lovely people with the fabulous wine and cheese...

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