This is not a food review, per say. It’s just a simple journey of an amazing experience I had which happened to be at a restaurant.
Oh, I could include the details and critique the dishes we ate. I could even blah, blah, blah, blah, but then you wouldn’t get the point of my rant (rave).
Instead I want to paint a picture . . .
It was a fall evening, early in fact, about 6:30 p.m. and I was thrilled to be going out for the evening. I wore a simple black and white wrap dress along with a black sweater cloak and my brand new black high heel boots. My dining companion wore hues of brown, which compliment his skin tone and deep brown eyes.
We are an attractive couple and we were feeling good together, first stopping at an art gallery to browse around before sitting down to dine.
Upon entering the restaurant we are met by an attractive young woman, who is eager to greet us. Rock and roll music is playing
and the lighting of the main room perfectly compliments the contemporary tufted gray seating, black and metal accents.
We are escorted outside where we are seated at a small table vignette, metal with a contemporary design to it and surrounded by several six-foot tall slim triangle tower heaters. Welcomed by Rachel our waitress who immediately brought our elixirs of choice. We basked in the elegant ambiance, sipping slowly; we discussed the many songs on our albums.
You see, on our albums were printed the menu for the evening complete with an album inside. The cover side showing our
grandmaster host of the evening doing what he does best: using his electric guitar to stir the sauce. The back cover was the bill of fare or “songs.” I was giddy as I browsed the songs sipping on my something, something ginger beer mock tail. Rachel was equally giddy to tell us about songs we might want to play. I couldn’t decide so I let her pick a few for me and Rachel’s choice definitely struck the right chords.
Our palettes enjoyed the most delicate cavatelli with corn something, something on it, mussels with an Asian kick along with amazing bread to soak up the broth and other various songs that kept us listening closely to the details of the “lyrics.”
The sun was starting to set and the outdoor fireplace was ablaze. After dinner, we meandered to the fire to smoke cigarettes, chat with fellow diners and relax on the comfortable white couch.
We ended our evening sipping on something delicious that was neither a cappuccino nor an espresso and, had I not been so completely satiated with many songs we just played, would have been tempted to play yet another tune from the dessert menu CD case which we were invited to listen.
We chatted until our cups were dry and drove off into the autumn night.