I ran 20 miles this morning. Which was deadly-vindicating after last weekend’s debacle. We’ll discuss more later.
So please bear with me as we go heavy on the pictures and easy on the words.
Once upon a time, we scheduled a Dive Bar Date Night with Tom and Sarah and last night we finally made it happen. I kid you not when I say that prior to last night, it had probably been on the calendar for…two months?
Before we went out, I was compelled to experiment with the Arm Party concept.
It felt right, but it didn’t seem quite appropriate for the vibe we were going for.
So I went with something bordering on urban jungle instead.
I’m trying to put that birthday purse to good use, you know?
And because every good story has a cast of characters, The Daters.
Ready to roll, obviously.
First, we stopped off at Grumpy’s in Northeast.
For him: A Back in Black. For her: A North Coast Grand Cru.
OMFYum.
Marcus pronounced his beer Average and mine Undrinkable. I pronounced his beer Also Average and mine The Most Delicious Thing.
After a beer on a patio that was so smoky it may as well have been a chimney, we switched gears to get dinner in-order.
Somehow we ended up at Chimborazo again (don’t ask). But to their credit, we were pleasantly surprised by the service.
I only managed one snap before I hit the old feed bag. Plus (if you can’t tell from what’s below), they have what could be generously termed as “mood lighting.” I would err on the side of calling it Conserving Electricity: Our Most Precious Resource.
Our appetizers: Fried plantains with some sort of queso fresco-arrangement, a pseudo cilantro-based pesto/chimichurri-type sauce from the Gods and ceviche.
But it was definitely worth another go.
Post-dinner, we headed over to Jimmy’s for one more drink. I stuck with water because of this morning’s run, but y’all had better believe that I took major advantage of the beef sticks they had on-offer.
Someday I’ll be brave enough to try their shrimp cocktail, but somehow I have a feeling that’s not going to happen until I know there’s a weekend with literally no other plans.
What’s the most out-of-place food you’ve seen offered at a bar/restaurant?
What does it take for you to give a place a second chance?
When you go out, do you usually stick to one place or make multiple stops?
Seriously, I don’t know if I could handle only making one stop anymore.
