Let me just go ahead and say that I'm glad we didn't end up where Hubby kept saying we were going, "The Executive Jack in the Box", where I could have "as many chicken sandwiches as I want" and "maybe even curly fries" if I behave myself.
Call me a snob, but a restaurant with a history of fecal contamination is not exactly what I had in mind for my all-bets-are-off birthday dinner. Just, no. But, I guess I should have known that he was mercilessly kidding me when the preceeding sentence was, "Happy 40th Birthday, old lady".
It was my 28th birthday. Oh ha ha ha.
Tomfoolery aside, it was a great day full of not working, indulgence and eventually a very nice dinner at a lovely French-inspired restaurant in quaint Saratoga, CA. Great food (heirloom tomato salad with aged vinegar, eggplant and gruyere appetizer and perfectly pan roasted Opa) and a nice wine list (had a little too much of the 2004 Testarossa Pinot, personally). Plus, it never sucks to have a raspberry creme brulee appear at the table regardless of the fact that you just discreetly asked the waiter to bring the wheelbarrow around back to haul your fat ass to the car.
Yes, I had some of the creme brulee. No, I did not actually take a wheelbarrow to the car. Although I should have. I'd had a smidge too much wine.
All in all a great little birthday full of enough surprises (and food) to fill up a short month.
Just the way I like my birthdays.
I have to say this post made me very hungry and thirsty! So glad Hubby treated you right!
ReplyDeleteI'm happy you had a great day! And your birthday dinner did not include fecal contaminated food!
ReplyDeleteSounds like a nice dinner and you're allowed to drink too much wine on your birthday.
ReplyDeleteBravissima! You do realize all this wine indulgence is simply practice for the main event? Coming to a table near you in one short month!
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