Dead Birds
Well, I’ve been on dates where the best part is the food. I’ve been on dates where the best part is the conversation. Last night, I was able to enjoy both. I returned to the Northwood Inn, a place where our Hollando Diet group convened upon my graduation from law school. With a wonderful red wine fueling conversation, I chatted with my date as we enjoyed (between the two of us) soup, salad, stuffed pheasant, lobster, bananas foster, and a decadant chocolate mousse. After about four hours, dinner was complete, but after wer left, we went on to play an interesting board/card game with a couple whom I knew from law school days.
Somehow, after dropping her off, I was sufficiently hungry to necessitate four carne guisado tacos from that no-frills, all-hours establishment known as Taco Cabana. At this point, it was 2:00am, and most bars had just closed. Hence long lines were winding their way out of several high-starch food sources. The Cabana even gave me water without my asking. Apparently everyone in line was given water… the other folks had a more compellling need for it.
Congratulations on the successful (and apparently very morally upright evening). Well, successful on everything but the choucolate mousse. And the tacos. Cause and effect, and all that. But perhaps it doesn’t matter all that much!
I have fond memories of that restaurant, which I happily endorse for those travelling in the Waco area.
Comment on August 29, 2005 @ 5:34 pm
I gladly second Will’s endorsement. Excellent cuisine, fine service, warm ambience. At the time our group was there, the restaurant seemed to charm several couples there, or at least helped them charm each other. I can’t recall another time I’ve been dining and seen a young man whisk up a young lass for a turn on the floor between the tables. Must have been a great entrée.
Holland, who (or what) is the dead bird to which you allude? I hope it refers to the stuffed pheasant rather than stuffed peasants.
Comment on August 29, 2005 @ 11:19 pm