Yesterday didn't exactly go as planned, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. We decided to push off the Renaissance Festival until today (if we go at all). The entire day was basically a cyclic swing between culinary delight and laughter. We sat around talking over coffee for most of the morning... recovering from the MeatCake™ hangover. Lunch was the Dam Goods burger at the Black Walnut Cafe. Basically they take two beef patties and submerge them in a flurry of cheddar cheese, garlic cream cheese, lettuce, tomato, and thick smokehouse bacon sautéed in mushrooms and serve open faced on onion buns. We went to see
Borat: Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan at the matinee. It was fairly funny (especially when enjoyed with buckets of beer), but perhaps not worth all the media hype. It is almost assuredly going to offend most. My personal favorite scene was the brief clip where the kids are chasing the ice cream truck and the bear growls out the window. A movie moment to remember. We left the Movie Tavern with enough time to make our massage appointments at
Tovas. Feeling refreshed after a couple hours of pampering, we went The Roll-N by the tracks for a beer and a chance at "train shots". This is a small pub located next to the railroad track, not likely larger than a family room or living room in a large home, that offers a one dollar shot special when a train goes by the building. We didn't get our train shot before the beer was gone, so we ventured forward into the evening. We stopped for a fantastic flight of pinot noir at The Wine Bucket... a wine specialty bar. Jason and I both agreed the best of the lot we tried was the La Crema from Sonoma, CA. We had a selection of import cheese and fresh grapes to cleans the palette between tastes and realized that we were hungry, so we went downtown to
The Strip House. The food here is not bad, but I love the decor. The entire restaurant is filled with vintage pin-up and black and white nudes. It is quite sexual, but subtle and classy. Whiskey river had washed the wine downstream and the food was delicious. Lobster bisque preceded the chateaubriand, black truffle cream spinach, and crisp goosefat potatoes. Barrett joined us during the meal and we all drove together to the Improv out west. There were 3 comedians on the bill. Pablo Francisco was the headliner, but his opener, Jeff Somethingorother (I think it was Keith, but not certain), was much funnier. It reminded me of when the Burden Brothers open for a big headliner and basically dish out the rock so intensely they steal the show. By the time we got back on the north side, we were floating in food and alcohol bliss in the afterglow of a fabulous day spa visit and beds were welcomed indeed.
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