Archive for July 31st, 2009

Last night, I met my third person from the blogosphere! W00t! Sandra K! We had a great dinner together and well, a couple of things about that.  The latter was actually pretty damn hilarious!

The former? Poor S.K.’s Entree wasn’t exactly up to par.  Rubber Risotto.  Our server came over and asked if everything was alright.  Well, obviously no.  He apologized profusely and offered to get anything else for either of us.  S.K. replied that she was actually quite full from her Appetizer.  Appetizer, indeed! It was like the mussels had muscles! I kept staring at the empty side plate as the shells kept growing and growing.  It was like a darkened version of K2!

After that, the chef came out with more apologies and then a quite decently presented dessert for us to share.  Good service is hard to find.

The latter portion of dinner? *PA still laughing so hard over this one*

I had a couple of sips of red wine left in my glass.  I was holding it by the stem as you do for red wine.  Not that I am some fabulous, wine afficionado but red is served at slightly, higher temperatures so you don’t hold it by the bowl of the glass.  White is fine for that as it is served at colder temperatures.  Anyway, I went to finish my wine as we were getting ready to leave and the glass literally flew out of my hand!

It landed across the room at least six feet away from our table.  Charming.

We were both, WTF???

Another server came running over, and everyone was, “Did you cut yourself???” No, I was fine but S.K. and I were both fighting so hard to stifle ourselves.  I think we were both also kind of confused and well, I know I was wondering if my arm or hand did some kind of bizarre, involuntary movement or if my brain just decided to turn itself completely offline for a bit.

The restaurant staff wrote it off to a crack in the stem.  No doubt? Eek!

We left and I asked, “Did I spaz out? Did you see me spaz out?”

She said, “No, I didn’t see you spaz out.”

I said, “Okay, that’s good.  I didn’t think I spazzed out!”

She responded, “No, no.  You didn’t spaz out!”

I swear to god.  Thank goodness we were tucked away in a bit of a nook and there wasn’t anyone else dining nearby in that direction! Could you imagine?

On the front of all the papers the next day, a huge photo of PA being led out of a lovely dining establishment in handcuffs.  The headlines blazing: “Local Mentalcase Accused of Murder by Wineglass!”