Bruno and I went out to dinner. He came down around one p.m. and we watched the Kentucky Derby Our reservations, at the restaurant, were for eight o'clock, we made them that late due to the fact the DJ, or so we thought, started at ten. We sat at the table for a while and drank two drinks and chatted with the couple next to us. Bruno especially loves to orate if given a chance, he and the man had lots to talk about regarding business and Bruno's travels.
We finally ordered dinner. I had not been in the restaurant for at least fifteen years and my memory of it was it was pretty good. Well, fifteen years later it was terrible. Not only was it very expensive, they wanted fifty six dollars for a lobster tail, which isn't bad if the place serves decent food, but the food was very sad. The twice baked potato was dry and no flavor, the steak was salted to death, the cheese bread was oily, and the asparagus that Bruno ordered was slathered in some type of oil and garlic that tasted like diesel fuel. He ended up sending it back for plain grilled asparagus. I guess it goes along with the old adage you can't go home again. Not to mention his first drink came out wrong. Bruno usually pays cash for things and two hundred barely covered it. We could have gone to Ruth's Chris for less.
When the entertainment came in it wasn't a DJ but some alternative guitarist that played the same chords over and over and sang his own compositions. The room itself is small and the speakers were at least six feet high. Deafening! The other thing was the crowd changed from a forties to sixties crowd to an onslaught of very young groupies dressed in grunge that had been kept waiting outside behind a velvet rope.
We stayed for about ten minutes after the music, if you can call it that, started and decided to leave. So did the couple next to us. We decided to meet up with them at Pierce Street Annex, which has a DJ and a dance floor. That place too had a lot of younger people but at least you could dance to the music. The other couple joined us and the evening wasn't a total loss.We got home by twelve thirty and even though the places were not good, we did have a good time, as always.
The next day I made a breakfast of smoked salmon, caviar, lox's, bagels, cream cheese, onions, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, juice, and coffee. After breakfast, around eleven, Bruno left to go on a quest for ammo for his sons birthday, his sons gift request, birthday cards and then he was headed home. I went back to bed and slept most of the day.
Monday, today, I headed for South County to the zapper doctor and then home. It is raining and not nice out. One day it is ninety and the next sixty. The rain is a good thing for the firemen in the Valley where those horrible fires are raging.
Bruno is coming back on Thursday and we are going to a movie, probably A Big Wedding, then out to dinner. He has an appointment at six thirty a.m. the next morning so it will be an early night and he will head back to Los Angeles after dinner.Our Haboob has settled down and we are starting off again a fresh....at least I hope. We will see.
Signing off.
We finally ordered dinner. I had not been in the restaurant for at least fifteen years and my memory of it was it was pretty good. Well, fifteen years later it was terrible. Not only was it very expensive, they wanted fifty six dollars for a lobster tail, which isn't bad if the place serves decent food, but the food was very sad. The twice baked potato was dry and no flavor, the steak was salted to death, the cheese bread was oily, and the asparagus that Bruno ordered was slathered in some type of oil and garlic that tasted like diesel fuel. He ended up sending it back for plain grilled asparagus. I guess it goes along with the old adage you can't go home again. Not to mention his first drink came out wrong. Bruno usually pays cash for things and two hundred barely covered it. We could have gone to Ruth's Chris for less.
When the entertainment came in it wasn't a DJ but some alternative guitarist that played the same chords over and over and sang his own compositions. The room itself is small and the speakers were at least six feet high. Deafening! The other thing was the crowd changed from a forties to sixties crowd to an onslaught of very young groupies dressed in grunge that had been kept waiting outside behind a velvet rope.
We stayed for about ten minutes after the music, if you can call it that, started and decided to leave. So did the couple next to us. We decided to meet up with them at Pierce Street Annex, which has a DJ and a dance floor. That place too had a lot of younger people but at least you could dance to the music. The other couple joined us and the evening wasn't a total loss.We got home by twelve thirty and even though the places were not good, we did have a good time, as always.
The next day I made a breakfast of smoked salmon, caviar, lox's, bagels, cream cheese, onions, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, juice, and coffee. After breakfast, around eleven, Bruno left to go on a quest for ammo for his sons birthday, his sons gift request, birthday cards and then he was headed home. I went back to bed and slept most of the day.
Monday, today, I headed for South County to the zapper doctor and then home. It is raining and not nice out. One day it is ninety and the next sixty. The rain is a good thing for the firemen in the Valley where those horrible fires are raging.
Bruno is coming back on Thursday and we are going to a movie, probably A Big Wedding, then out to dinner. He has an appointment at six thirty a.m. the next morning so it will be an early night and he will head back to Los Angeles after dinner.Our Haboob has settled down and we are starting off again a fresh....at least I hope. We will see.
Signing off.
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