And nothing says ‘mountain day’ like a big bowl o’ freshly gnawed on beef ribs…
It’s a gray and blustery Monday morning, and I am getting a very late start – one of the hazards of sending the puppeh to a spa for the weekend while we slouched about downtown with friends for dinner and a late night concert in a kinda-seedy bar.
Well, the bar was downtown.
Dinner, on the other hand, was not.
Ermmm, downtown, or seedy, that is.
We chose to supper-club it pre-show at a place we used to enjoy when we lived in the city – L. Woods Tap & Pine Lodge, and I am most happy to say that it is every bit as good as it was back in the day. Well, except for mebbe my martini could’ve been colder, but that’s a quibble.
We had a bit of everything – calamari and sun-dried tomato flat bread for munchies, the aforementioned bowl o’ really nice beef ribs, incredibly good skirt steak – which will be my choice next time we go, Sima’s chicken (and, we got to meet Sima!), then dessert.
Ooof.
Such a huge dinner.
I believe that I am still digesting.
And, ermmm, I have got to go pick up teh puppeh at the spa – we are really missing that fuzzy little face.
Happy mountain day, peeps!