Bar Americain Part II
Note: If you haven't read Bar Americain Part I, you may want to scroll down and read that one first.
Okay, Grandmommy, get ready.....here's what it was like to go to Bar Amercain last night....play by play! This blog's for you!
We decided not to go over straight from work. So I left work at 5:00 on the nose. There was a little traffic and I didn't get home until closer to 5:45. I jumped in the shower, got ready as fast as I could and David was there to pick me up at 6:25. I hopped in the car and we were off by 6:29. "We are going to be 10 minutes or so late" David said. "What? You said we could leave at 6:25"....never the less. We booked it all the way to the casino. We were so excited to go!! We pulled into the parking lot about 7:02.
Like last night, we did our walk/skip/jog routine through the casino, slowing on the tile and picking up speed on the carpet. Me in heels always two steps behind David rushing to make our time, nervous they would give our reservation away if we were 10 minutes late. I wanted to stop and take another stab at a photo of the outside, but there was no time. We walked up to the desk. "Reservation for Oakes." "Right this way" said the young, busty girl behind the desk, dressed all in black. All smiles. (She must have been a cheerleader in high school.) Finally, we could stroll at a civilized pace from around the front wall right up to the raw bar/kitchen area. I couldn't believe it! I must have been grinning from ear to ear. We sat at a small table - one side booth and the other a chair. "Would you care to sit on the inside or the outside?" the hostess asked. "Inside" I said. (That was the better view of the "Bobby Flay post" I thought. David laughed. He knew what I was thinking.) There was a couple sitting at the next table over from us. They already had their entrees. No one else in that whole section. It was THE BEST TABLE IN THE RESTAURANT and we were there thanks to David's charm the night before. I couldn't believe it. Bobby was standing just steps away! I'm not sure how this will show on your screen, but here's an idea of where we sat. (If you click on the photo, it will enlarge it so you can see it better)
After the "bottle or tap" and a few pleasantries about the menu and the restaurant, the hostess left us with our menus. Everything sounded good! What to have.....what to have......
It's a soft opening so it's really different than the regular restaurant experience. They limit the number of patrons and we thought it looked like all the staff was there. There seemed to be a one to one ratio. There was wait staff everywhere! The general manager and his assistant (we assumed) all decked out in their suits were running back and forth from front to back. Over to Bobby. Back to the front. Everyone was on their toes as Bobby stood at his post and watched over both the kitchen and the dining area. David said "Did you see that?" "What, no?" "They just sent back a bread basket! Who sends back a bread basket?" The more we watched, the more we noticed how much food was going to the raw bar for Bobby's inspection and then back to the kitchen. They were inspecting everything that came out. Even the bread! When ours came out, it had two chile corn bread sticks, a parker roll and a baguette with a dish of butter. We started with the cornbread. Great green chile flavor! Yum! Then we split the parker roll - a little sweeter and very light. Yum-o! And finally the baguette, which was crustier, as it should be. My least favorite of the three.
We decided to start with the tasting: shrimp cocktail with tomatillo sauce, crab coconut salad and the lobster avocado salad in little shot glasses. It looked like this:
David dished out a little of the avocado salad. I went for the crab. I don't know if it's just because it was the first thing I put in my mouth, but that crab salad was AMAZING! I don't think I've ever had that much crab outside a crab cake. It was so fresh.....speckled with mango and cilantro....so sweet with a hint of spice. I've never had anything like it. It was so good! But as I was oohhhing and aaawwing on my side of the table, David was doing the same with the lobster avocado. "You are going to love this!" was followed by "Oh no, you are going to love this!"
We switched and I tried the lobster salad. It was really good too! The thing was, by the time I got to it, there wasn't much avocado to speak of and there was something that had a licorice taste almost. David said it wasn't that way for him - perhaps there was more of that spice or herb in the bottom of the glass. It was nowhere as good as my first few bites. David sort of felt the same way about the crab. We both prefered the salad we had tried originally the best. The shrimp was good and brilliantly paired with a tomatillo sauce that I MUCH prefer to a ketchup-y cocktail sauce. I am going to search for his recipe or see if he bottles it, because it would be a smash at any party. It was SO GOOD! Light and fresh and brought out the shrimp taste perfectly! We were two happy customers!
About this time, the guy we've dubbed the manager's assistant came over to the couple next to us. "Would you like to meet Bobby Flay?" he asked the woman sitting next to me. We watched as she got up and went over and shook his hand. They chatted briefly for a moment and she came back and sat back down. We overheard the woman say "He's so nice" and the assistant followed up with "Yes, he's a great guy. The only person nicer around here is his wife. She'll be here later on tonight. She's on Law & Order." I've actually never seen the show, so it didn't mean too much to me, but nice to hear that they were friendly people and gracious to their fans. (Side Note: We later discovered she's 35 and went to Highland Park High School! No wonder she's so nice - a Texas girl!)
Despite the fact that the waitress told us the buttermilk fried chicken was bone-in when I asked, I ordered it anyway. Served with pink peppercorn honey and black pepper biscuits, it sounded too yummy to pass up. David went with the waitress' favorite meal on the menu: double rack of pork with apple butter and a sauce made with fresh cider and brussels sprouts. SCORE! David had ordered brussels sprouts, one of my favorites!
I wish I had had the nerve to click photos of all these things. The plates were gorgeous. I had two fried chicken breasts sitting on a long, white oval plate just barely brushed with the honey sauce. Red pepper flakes and pink peppercorn "confetti" was sprinkled all over the plate. There were two small biscuits, peppered as promised, sitting to the left. But the best part? There was a small ceramic honey pot sitting in a hole at the top of the plate, angled just slightly toward me as if to say "Dip here! Dip here!"
David's pork was HUGE! A giant cut of meat with a generous dab of apple butter dripping from the top down the side. The brussel sprouts, both bright green and golden brown, had what looked to be pomegranate seeds and a light sprinkling of brown sugar on top. Very "holiday dish" if I've ever seen one. There was a deeper, richer looking sauce on the bottom of the plate.
Our eyes were as big as saucers, we couldn't wait to dig in! I tried to ever so slightly cut into the meat to avoid the bone. This was going to be tricky to eat with a little grace. I wish I could just pick it up with my fingers. To my delight, the knife cut right through. No bone. I drug the meat across the plate to pick up the sauce and took a bite. DELICIOUS! I had made the right choice. The chicken was juicy and tender. The crust was light and flaky, but full of flavor and lots of crunch. It reminded me a lot of the chicken and waffles I had at Hattie's. But the flavors were a little more intense. The honey was sweeter and thicker than syrup and the pink peppercorns were a good addition to the red pepper flakes - spicier to cut the sweeter honey.
I looked over at David who had already cut into his pork chop. He had the same expression of bliss that I did. "Try this" he said and handed me a fork with piece of pork and a dollop of the butter. I snagged a brussel sprout too. SO GOOD! The whole sweet/savory/spicy thing was going on over there as well. The bite was perfect.
We continued to eat and talk for a few minutes. I was mostly paying attention to my fabulous chicken....dip, drag, bite, biscuit, repeat. Heaven! Then it happened. I looked up and David was kinda picking at his pork chop. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Does this look too pink to you?" he said. I looked down at the plate. It was kinda pink. Strange to see pork that pink really. He turned the chop over. It was kinda of "wiggly" I guess is the best way to describe it. It didn't seem very cooked on the other side. "Should I send it back? I don't want to get sick." David asked. "You should do whatever you want. I said. It should be cooked the way you want." The waitress came over and we asked her the same question. "Is this too pink?" She said that was how it was suppose to be cooked. That since they stopped feeding pigs to pigs there was no reason to cook pork until it's entirely cooked through. But if we wanted to send it back, we should. So, with Bobby Flay standing RIGHT THERE, and all the inspecting going on, David sent back the pork. Ha! Oh brother......but you know, we agreed when you order that dish, the wait staff should say "It will be medium. Is that okay?" much like they do with red meat. The second pork chop came out and it was still a tad pink, I have to admit, but it was not like the rejected chop. We continued to eat, share, and talk - all the time watching the "show". Dinner was SO GOOD! We loved every bite! And when it was all said and done, I had one bone about the size of my pinky. So, it was quite easy to eat and not really bone-in chicken.
After they cleared our dinner plates, our waitress brought over a dessert menu. David asked her: "Do you think Bobby would sign a cookbook for us?" The waitress said that she would have to ask. I pulled out the book. It's for my Grandmommy I said. What happened next was quite comical actually. The waitress approached the general manager, who then approached Bobby. Bobby gave a response and the general went back to the waitress, who was standing there waiting for an answer. She walked back over to the table. "Yes, he'll sign it," she said. Who do you want it made out t0? David and I had discussed in the car what to say and we thought it was so much cuter to put "To Grandmommy", so that's what I told her. I thanked her and she took the book. The same chain of command...and after the book had switched hands several times, it returned to us signed. Here's the page:
It was really nice of him to sign it. I really appreciated it and couldn't wait to tell Grandmommy.
Yes, we pigged out. Yes, we ate everything they set in front of us. But we couldn't leave without dessert, right? David thought every option looked yummy, but you know where my eyes went: German chocolate cake with coconut whipped cream. No question! We placed our order and waited. Two things to note here: 1. I love chocolate cake. So, whether it's a so-so cake or a good cake, I'm going to be happy. But 2. I love chocolate cake! So, I've had my share and while I'm always happy to have it, I know a "good" chocolate cake from a so-so one. I can recognize. We asked if it was made there or if they had them brought in. They said all the desserts were made there at the restaurant. Oddly enough, I was a little disappointed to hear that. I always thought the higher end restaurants bought from real pastry experts to have the best desserts (as baking is an art form of its own). But back to 1.: I was a happy girl. When the cake came out, it was GORGEOUS! Dense, rich, deep chocolate cake and looked as if it had been assembled on the plate, not cut from a larger cake. The icing was perfectly layered between the cake - not too much, not too little. Pecans and coconut in that tan goo. There was a thin layer of chocolate ganache on the top. A large spoonful of fresh whipped cream on the side. Finally, everything was sprinkled with fresh grated coconut. I don't think I can adequately describe how it looked. I searched for a google image, but came up short. It looked SO GOOD. You could just tell the icing was going to be amazing and the cake was going to be light and moist, but really decadent at the same time. We dug in. Bite after perfect bite, until it was gone. I hope that can be my birthday cake from now on! We could go for the cake alone. Only Delicious Cakes rivals this perfect cake. It was wonderful!
After dinner and the inevitable bill, we sat there - two fat and happy cats! "Get your camera out and put it on the top of your purse", David said. "No!" I replied. We got our signature. Don't push it! "Get it out. I'm going to ask." "I'm going to the bathroom," I announced and got up, purse in hand. We walked over the bathrooms. After I washed my hands, I looked down at my purse. Oh, what the heck, I thought. I dug for my camera. Pulled it out of the case.I set it on top. When I walked out, David was outside the bathrooms talking in the dining room with the general manager. We thanked him for the wonderful meal and made mention that we would be back as soon as we could. "Do you think we could get a picture with Bobby?"David asked. "I imagine so. Just go over by the kitchen." We slowly walked over, timid, trying to stay out of the way. "Up there," he said. We poked our heads around the corner. Bobby came around the corner. He put his hand out. "I'm Bobby", he said. I shook his hand. It wasn't a complete "Troy Aikman moment", but I was nervous. I kind just stood there for a second. "Kimberly" I said quietly, still holding his hand. Oh my gosh, let go already I thought. David walked over and stuck his hand out to save me - thank goodness. We thanked him for the meal and told him how good everything was. I gave our waitress the camera and we stood for a photo. She clicked. No flash. She clicked again. No flash. "Sorry" we both mumbled. I went over and turned on the flash and we resumed the pose. Flash. Success. A final thank you and we left.
We ran out to the lobby to look at the photos. Sat on the couch. First photo.....too dark. Second photo...same. Third photo with flash came out fine EXCEPT....I had my eyes close and my giant purse up on my shoulder in a terrible pose! David and Bobby of course looked great. We zoomed in on the darker ones. I had my eyes open in both of those! "You couldn't keep your eyes open for two seconds?" David joked. So, this weekend I'm going to work on them and try to lighten one or photo shop in eyes or SOMETHING...but until then, here's the photo I'm putting up:
So, we get out to the car a little after 9:00 and immediately call Grandmommy. We put her on speaker. "We got you a signature! We met Bobby. We got photos!" We all laughed and squealed and we talked for a few minutes and then back home. I told her that I would describe it as best I could. So hopefully, Grandmommy, I have given you a little sense of the evening we had. Tonight is another soft opening and then Saturday night is a private party. Then it's the real deal! It's certainly not a place we can hit often, like the burger palace, but I can't wait for a chance to go back. I joked with David.....well, I know where I want to have dinner for my birthday ;)
Thanks David for such a great night! Thanks for checking the website. Making the phone calls. Making the effort to go on Wednesday. Agreeing to go back again on Thursday. For getting us the great table, the signature and the photo that I'd be too shy to ask for. Thank you for the fabulous meal. It was so fun and quite a memory!
(Oh, and Grandmommy, I put the book in the mail at lunch today. Hope you get it soon!)
Okay, Grandmommy, get ready.....here's what it was like to go to Bar Amercain last night....play by play! This blog's for you!
We decided not to go over straight from work. So I left work at 5:00 on the nose. There was a little traffic and I didn't get home until closer to 5:45. I jumped in the shower, got ready as fast as I could and David was there to pick me up at 6:25. I hopped in the car and we were off by 6:29. "We are going to be 10 minutes or so late" David said. "What? You said we could leave at 6:25"....never the less. We booked it all the way to the casino. We were so excited to go!! We pulled into the parking lot about 7:02.
Like last night, we did our walk/skip/jog routine through the casino, slowing on the tile and picking up speed on the carpet. Me in heels always two steps behind David rushing to make our time, nervous they would give our reservation away if we were 10 minutes late. I wanted to stop and take another stab at a photo of the outside, but there was no time. We walked up to the desk. "Reservation for Oakes." "Right this way" said the young, busty girl behind the desk, dressed all in black. All smiles. (She must have been a cheerleader in high school.) Finally, we could stroll at a civilized pace from around the front wall right up to the raw bar/kitchen area. I couldn't believe it! I must have been grinning from ear to ear. We sat at a small table - one side booth and the other a chair. "Would you care to sit on the inside or the outside?" the hostess asked. "Inside" I said. (That was the better view of the "Bobby Flay post" I thought. David laughed. He knew what I was thinking.) There was a couple sitting at the next table over from us. They already had their entrees. No one else in that whole section. It was THE BEST TABLE IN THE RESTAURANT and we were there thanks to David's charm the night before. I couldn't believe it. Bobby was standing just steps away! I'm not sure how this will show on your screen, but here's an idea of where we sat. (If you click on the photo, it will enlarge it so you can see it better)
After the "bottle or tap" and a few pleasantries about the menu and the restaurant, the hostess left us with our menus. Everything sounded good! What to have.....what to have......
It's a soft opening so it's really different than the regular restaurant experience. They limit the number of patrons and we thought it looked like all the staff was there. There seemed to be a one to one ratio. There was wait staff everywhere! The general manager and his assistant (we assumed) all decked out in their suits were running back and forth from front to back. Over to Bobby. Back to the front. Everyone was on their toes as Bobby stood at his post and watched over both the kitchen and the dining area. David said "Did you see that?" "What, no?" "They just sent back a bread basket! Who sends back a bread basket?" The more we watched, the more we noticed how much food was going to the raw bar for Bobby's inspection and then back to the kitchen. They were inspecting everything that came out. Even the bread! When ours came out, it had two chile corn bread sticks, a parker roll and a baguette with a dish of butter. We started with the cornbread. Great green chile flavor! Yum! Then we split the parker roll - a little sweeter and very light. Yum-o! And finally the baguette, which was crustier, as it should be. My least favorite of the three.
We decided to start with the tasting: shrimp cocktail with tomatillo sauce, crab coconut salad and the lobster avocado salad in little shot glasses. It looked like this:
David dished out a little of the avocado salad. I went for the crab. I don't know if it's just because it was the first thing I put in my mouth, but that crab salad was AMAZING! I don't think I've ever had that much crab outside a crab cake. It was so fresh.....speckled with mango and cilantro....so sweet with a hint of spice. I've never had anything like it. It was so good! But as I was oohhhing and aaawwing on my side of the table, David was doing the same with the lobster avocado. "You are going to love this!" was followed by "Oh no, you are going to love this!"
We switched and I tried the lobster salad. It was really good too! The thing was, by the time I got to it, there wasn't much avocado to speak of and there was something that had a licorice taste almost. David said it wasn't that way for him - perhaps there was more of that spice or herb in the bottom of the glass. It was nowhere as good as my first few bites. David sort of felt the same way about the crab. We both prefered the salad we had tried originally the best. The shrimp was good and brilliantly paired with a tomatillo sauce that I MUCH prefer to a ketchup-y cocktail sauce. I am going to search for his recipe or see if he bottles it, because it would be a smash at any party. It was SO GOOD! Light and fresh and brought out the shrimp taste perfectly! We were two happy customers!
About this time, the guy we've dubbed the manager's assistant came over to the couple next to us. "Would you like to meet Bobby Flay?" he asked the woman sitting next to me. We watched as she got up and went over and shook his hand. They chatted briefly for a moment and she came back and sat back down. We overheard the woman say "He's so nice" and the assistant followed up with "Yes, he's a great guy. The only person nicer around here is his wife. She'll be here later on tonight. She's on Law & Order." I've actually never seen the show, so it didn't mean too much to me, but nice to hear that they were friendly people and gracious to their fans. (Side Note: We later discovered she's 35 and went to Highland Park High School! No wonder she's so nice - a Texas girl!)
Despite the fact that the waitress told us the buttermilk fried chicken was bone-in when I asked, I ordered it anyway. Served with pink peppercorn honey and black pepper biscuits, it sounded too yummy to pass up. David went with the waitress' favorite meal on the menu: double rack of pork with apple butter and a sauce made with fresh cider and brussels sprouts. SCORE! David had ordered brussels sprouts, one of my favorites!
I wish I had had the nerve to click photos of all these things. The plates were gorgeous. I had two fried chicken breasts sitting on a long, white oval plate just barely brushed with the honey sauce. Red pepper flakes and pink peppercorn "confetti" was sprinkled all over the plate. There were two small biscuits, peppered as promised, sitting to the left. But the best part? There was a small ceramic honey pot sitting in a hole at the top of the plate, angled just slightly toward me as if to say "Dip here! Dip here!"
David's pork was HUGE! A giant cut of meat with a generous dab of apple butter dripping from the top down the side. The brussel sprouts, both bright green and golden brown, had what looked to be pomegranate seeds and a light sprinkling of brown sugar on top. Very "holiday dish" if I've ever seen one. There was a deeper, richer looking sauce on the bottom of the plate.
Our eyes were as big as saucers, we couldn't wait to dig in! I tried to ever so slightly cut into the meat to avoid the bone. This was going to be tricky to eat with a little grace. I wish I could just pick it up with my fingers. To my delight, the knife cut right through. No bone. I drug the meat across the plate to pick up the sauce and took a bite. DELICIOUS! I had made the right choice. The chicken was juicy and tender. The crust was light and flaky, but full of flavor and lots of crunch. It reminded me a lot of the chicken and waffles I had at Hattie's. But the flavors were a little more intense. The honey was sweeter and thicker than syrup and the pink peppercorns were a good addition to the red pepper flakes - spicier to cut the sweeter honey.
I looked over at David who had already cut into his pork chop. He had the same expression of bliss that I did. "Try this" he said and handed me a fork with piece of pork and a dollop of the butter. I snagged a brussel sprout too. SO GOOD! The whole sweet/savory/spicy thing was going on over there as well. The bite was perfect.
We continued to eat and talk for a few minutes. I was mostly paying attention to my fabulous chicken....dip, drag, bite, biscuit, repeat. Heaven! Then it happened. I looked up and David was kinda picking at his pork chop. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Does this look too pink to you?" he said. I looked down at the plate. It was kinda pink. Strange to see pork that pink really. He turned the chop over. It was kinda of "wiggly" I guess is the best way to describe it. It didn't seem very cooked on the other side. "Should I send it back? I don't want to get sick." David asked. "You should do whatever you want. I said. It should be cooked the way you want." The waitress came over and we asked her the same question. "Is this too pink?" She said that was how it was suppose to be cooked. That since they stopped feeding pigs to pigs there was no reason to cook pork until it's entirely cooked through. But if we wanted to send it back, we should. So, with Bobby Flay standing RIGHT THERE, and all the inspecting going on, David sent back the pork. Ha! Oh brother......but you know, we agreed when you order that dish, the wait staff should say "It will be medium. Is that okay?" much like they do with red meat. The second pork chop came out and it was still a tad pink, I have to admit, but it was not like the rejected chop. We continued to eat, share, and talk - all the time watching the "show". Dinner was SO GOOD! We loved every bite! And when it was all said and done, I had one bone about the size of my pinky. So, it was quite easy to eat and not really bone-in chicken.
After they cleared our dinner plates, our waitress brought over a dessert menu. David asked her: "Do you think Bobby would sign a cookbook for us?" The waitress said that she would have to ask. I pulled out the book. It's for my Grandmommy I said. What happened next was quite comical actually. The waitress approached the general manager, who then approached Bobby. Bobby gave a response and the general went back to the waitress, who was standing there waiting for an answer. She walked back over to the table. "Yes, he'll sign it," she said. Who do you want it made out t0? David and I had discussed in the car what to say and we thought it was so much cuter to put "To Grandmommy", so that's what I told her. I thanked her and she took the book. The same chain of command...and after the book had switched hands several times, it returned to us signed. Here's the page:
It was really nice of him to sign it. I really appreciated it and couldn't wait to tell Grandmommy.
Yes, we pigged out. Yes, we ate everything they set in front of us. But we couldn't leave without dessert, right? David thought every option looked yummy, but you know where my eyes went: German chocolate cake with coconut whipped cream. No question! We placed our order and waited. Two things to note here: 1. I love chocolate cake. So, whether it's a so-so cake or a good cake, I'm going to be happy. But 2. I love chocolate cake! So, I've had my share and while I'm always happy to have it, I know a "good" chocolate cake from a so-so one. I can recognize. We asked if it was made there or if they had them brought in. They said all the desserts were made there at the restaurant. Oddly enough, I was a little disappointed to hear that. I always thought the higher end restaurants bought from real pastry experts to have the best desserts (as baking is an art form of its own). But back to 1.: I was a happy girl. When the cake came out, it was GORGEOUS! Dense, rich, deep chocolate cake and looked as if it had been assembled on the plate, not cut from a larger cake. The icing was perfectly layered between the cake - not too much, not too little. Pecans and coconut in that tan goo. There was a thin layer of chocolate ganache on the top. A large spoonful of fresh whipped cream on the side. Finally, everything was sprinkled with fresh grated coconut. I don't think I can adequately describe how it looked. I searched for a google image, but came up short. It looked SO GOOD. You could just tell the icing was going to be amazing and the cake was going to be light and moist, but really decadent at the same time. We dug in. Bite after perfect bite, until it was gone. I hope that can be my birthday cake from now on! We could go for the cake alone. Only Delicious Cakes rivals this perfect cake. It was wonderful!
After dinner and the inevitable bill, we sat there - two fat and happy cats! "Get your camera out and put it on the top of your purse", David said. "No!" I replied. We got our signature. Don't push it! "Get it out. I'm going to ask." "I'm going to the bathroom," I announced and got up, purse in hand. We walked over the bathrooms. After I washed my hands, I looked down at my purse. Oh, what the heck, I thought. I dug for my camera. Pulled it out of the case.I set it on top. When I walked out, David was outside the bathrooms talking in the dining room with the general manager. We thanked him for the wonderful meal and made mention that we would be back as soon as we could. "Do you think we could get a picture with Bobby?"David asked. "I imagine so. Just go over by the kitchen." We slowly walked over, timid, trying to stay out of the way. "Up there," he said. We poked our heads around the corner. Bobby came around the corner. He put his hand out. "I'm Bobby", he said. I shook his hand. It wasn't a complete "Troy Aikman moment", but I was nervous. I kind just stood there for a second. "Kimberly" I said quietly, still holding his hand. Oh my gosh, let go already I thought. David walked over and stuck his hand out to save me - thank goodness. We thanked him for the meal and told him how good everything was. I gave our waitress the camera and we stood for a photo. She clicked. No flash. She clicked again. No flash. "Sorry" we both mumbled. I went over and turned on the flash and we resumed the pose. Flash. Success. A final thank you and we left.
We ran out to the lobby to look at the photos. Sat on the couch. First photo.....too dark. Second photo...same. Third photo with flash came out fine EXCEPT....I had my eyes close and my giant purse up on my shoulder in a terrible pose! David and Bobby of course looked great. We zoomed in on the darker ones. I had my eyes open in both of those! "You couldn't keep your eyes open for two seconds?" David joked. So, this weekend I'm going to work on them and try to lighten one or photo shop in eyes or SOMETHING...but until then, here's the photo I'm putting up:
So, we get out to the car a little after 9:00 and immediately call Grandmommy. We put her on speaker. "We got you a signature! We met Bobby. We got photos!" We all laughed and squealed and we talked for a few minutes and then back home. I told her that I would describe it as best I could. So hopefully, Grandmommy, I have given you a little sense of the evening we had. Tonight is another soft opening and then Saturday night is a private party. Then it's the real deal! It's certainly not a place we can hit often, like the burger palace, but I can't wait for a chance to go back. I joked with David.....well, I know where I want to have dinner for my birthday ;)
Thanks David for such a great night! Thanks for checking the website. Making the phone calls. Making the effort to go on Wednesday. Agreeing to go back again on Thursday. For getting us the great table, the signature and the photo that I'd be too shy to ask for. Thank you for the fabulous meal. It was so fun and quite a memory!
(Oh, and Grandmommy, I put the book in the mail at lunch today. Hope you get it soon!)
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