Yeah, I don’t know what it means either.
Annie and I did, in fact, go to dinner last night. But first I went to see her new condo, which was fabulous. We shared a bottle of wine while we chatted. When the wine was done, we went to the restaurant and claimed “our spots” at the bar. We ordered another bottle of wine and the maytag blue cheesecake appetizer. We had a discussion about which second appetizer to order. “Do you like escargot?” The bartender swore it was delicious and it was Annie’s birthday, so we ordered the escargot. It was good. According to Annie, it was perfectly prepared. It didn’t taste like I thought it would, it actually had a lot of flavor and wasn’t too chewy.
Our meals were delicious too - I had the hanger steak which was served on imported feta polenta with kumquats and a blueberry sauce. Annie had duck something. I had casually mentioned several times that it was Annie’s birthday dinner, so like any good restaurant should, they brought out a comped dessert. It was a chocolate mousse with a whipped cream and cookie crumble topping.
After reviewing the dessert menu, Annie suggested we have a dessert drink instead. We both ordered chocolate martinis and then one more to split. They offered a “Great Pumpkin Martini,” which looked good but I was too scared to commit. Because of our good rapport with the bartender, he made us a mini-pumpkin martini to taste. It was really delicious.
Yeah, so this morning I am feeling a little saucy. Not necessarily hungover, but not entirely not hungover. A bottle of wine and 1.5 martinis will do that to you. I guess technically two martinis, if you count the taster martini. But I don’t.