Valentines Details.
So last night started off great and ended great but there were some details in between. I made a reservation at the 35th St. Bistro in Fremont. OK cool. I got home with a dozen roses and I was met with like 3 dozen cookies. (I think Jen won that round.) From there we went to play pool because our reservation was late. We decided not to eat chips and salsa because hey we have special dinner ahead of us and we don't want to be full. Full would be the furthest thing from our worries for a while.
On easily finding the place I parallel parked. Oh yeah. We walked down and went in. A lovely place. Except they had a special holiday menu. I scanned it and the anxiety hit. Um Uh Oh, I thought. There wasn't much choice. I'm sure it was all good but I couldn't find anything I thought Jen would like. Hell the main courses didn't look like anything I wanted. When did duck become the new chicken. Don't these high end restraunts know the differnece between cute fowl (ducks) and ugly (chickens and turkeys). Ducks are something you feed when you're little (and if your me one of the fucking things bites you on the hand as you try to give it bread. OK fine kill all the fucking ducks you want, but I'm still not eating them.) Jen tried really hard to smile, but we've lived together for almost a year now and come on. I know. I listen to her. I saw the wrinkled nose. Just barely but I saw it. She did the great girlfriend thing and was all no no honey it's fine.
I said, "Let's bolt." She said, "Really?" I'm all "Yup." She's all, "Should we say something." I'm like, "Go now while they can't see us. It's not like we even sipped any water" (The glasses had yet to be filled.) The waitress saw me and very kindly said, "Is there a problem?" and I asked if the regular menu was available and she apologized saying it wasn't. I said we'd just free up the table for someone else. They were very cool about us bolting. I bet we go back when the regular menu is on and it has chicken on it. We'll wait.
So next we walk to the deli that I love so much: Closed.
Called Panera: Closed.
OK more pool? I should insert here that I got lost trying to find Jillian's. I was going around the lake I thought. Lake union I thought. Um no I ended up at UW. I don't think I could repeat that move if I tried.
Jillian's: Packed. (Who'd a thought?)
Buca: Oh my god what was I thinking other than it's right there on the way to the highway we might as well look! So packed.
13 coins from which I have been thrown out. Full menu in the bar and a live Jazz like band. Seats? Yeah right here can we get you something from the bar. yeah a coke please we're thirsty and really really hungry by now. 13 coins is 24 hours. Boo yeah.
One hamburger and a Reuban (pastrami) later we were full and happy and trying to identify the jazzed up versions of popular songs.
OK so the fried ice cream was too much. Much too much, but it was fried. And? Ice cream.
On easily finding the place I parallel parked. Oh yeah. We walked down and went in. A lovely place. Except they had a special holiday menu. I scanned it and the anxiety hit. Um Uh Oh, I thought. There wasn't much choice. I'm sure it was all good but I couldn't find anything I thought Jen would like. Hell the main courses didn't look like anything I wanted. When did duck become the new chicken. Don't these high end restraunts know the differnece between cute fowl (ducks) and ugly (chickens and turkeys). Ducks are something you feed when you're little (and if your me one of the fucking things bites you on the hand as you try to give it bread. OK fine kill all the fucking ducks you want, but I'm still not eating them.) Jen tried really hard to smile, but we've lived together for almost a year now and come on. I know. I listen to her. I saw the wrinkled nose. Just barely but I saw it. She did the great girlfriend thing and was all no no honey it's fine.
I said, "Let's bolt." She said, "Really?" I'm all "Yup." She's all, "Should we say something." I'm like, "Go now while they can't see us. It's not like we even sipped any water" (The glasses had yet to be filled.) The waitress saw me and very kindly said, "Is there a problem?" and I asked if the regular menu was available and she apologized saying it wasn't. I said we'd just free up the table for someone else. They were very cool about us bolting. I bet we go back when the regular menu is on and it has chicken on it. We'll wait.
So next we walk to the deli that I love so much: Closed.
Called Panera: Closed.
OK more pool? I should insert here that I got lost trying to find Jillian's. I was going around the lake I thought. Lake union I thought. Um no I ended up at UW. I don't think I could repeat that move if I tried.
Jillian's: Packed. (Who'd a thought?)
Buca: Oh my god what was I thinking other than it's right there on the way to the highway we might as well look! So packed.
13 coins from which I have been thrown out. Full menu in the bar and a live Jazz like band. Seats? Yeah right here can we get you something from the bar. yeah a coke please we're thirsty and really really hungry by now. 13 coins is 24 hours. Boo yeah.
One hamburger and a Reuban (pastrami) later we were full and happy and trying to identify the jazzed up versions of popular songs.
OK so the fried ice cream was too much. Much too much, but it was fried. And? Ice cream.
posted by J.R. at 8:41 AM
2 Comments:
You were thrown out of 13 Coins? Sounds like a good story...
The funny thing is that I have pulled that move of going around the lake and ending up at the UW. I was trying to get to China Harbor for salsa dancing at the time. This was years ago, but I still remember my own incredulity at where I ended up.
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