Daily Archives: 09.03.2011

All Dressed Up and Somewhere to Go

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.


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.