Rembrance of Things Pabst

I am been really busy dealing with the teeth so I haven't had time to post much. We have found the best way to deal with it is alcohol. Lots of alcohol.

Now we are basically wine drinkers but lately we have been having a cocktail to start off dinner. Just one but one to get you to relax and to stop your jaw from hurting. The wife loves her cosmos and I mix it up depending on how I feel.

This past Sunday we decided to go out. Now Sunday night is a great night to go out as most of the amateurs stay home. And since we have so many restaurants in walking distance we decided to do something different. Which wasn't my idea but I figured why not?

You see as I have often said....there are two kinds of places in the neighborhood. The yuppie-scum/hipster-dofous joints and the old school regular guy places. Now we almost exclusively go to the old school places which means we go the same joints over and over again. Which I like. It is always good food and a good pour with consistent food. So we hit Marco Polo, Enoteca, Nine D Thai, Mexcals and the red sauce joints like Casa Rosa, Red Rose and Sams. But we decided to turn left instead of right when we left the store and go down Court St towards Atlantic. We walked along and decided to give this joint Watty and Meg a try.

This is a joint on the corner of Kane and Court that was in a space that had been about ten other joints in the last ten years. It has some well know chef or something and the typical fancy smanchy cuisine that impresses the yuppies so much. But what the fuck why not try something different?

First we had to decide if we wanted to sit outside on the sidewalk cafe or inside where the AC really wasn't pumping. We compromised by sitting right by the door so we got a breeze but were not out on the street. It was an evening of compromises.

We started with cocktails. Now they had a cocktail menu which you would think would be promising but it didn't work out. The wife had a cosmo. That she actually had to send back. It was really poorly made with almost no cranberry and just looked sick. We never send anything back so to do that was a big thing. I ordered a "Pimms Cup" which is an English drink. I had never had one and always saw it on the menu and decided to give it a try. Let me tell you it explains why English people have bad teeth and poor hygiene. It really really sucked. Enough of that we switched to wine.

As appetizers the wife had an iceberg wedge with bacon which was ok and I had perogies which were pretty good. Covered in fried onions and sour cream it was the only good thing I had that night. For the main course she had a Vegetable Wellington which was vegetables such as portabello mushrooms under a puff pastry. It was ok but not worth the build up. I had a ravioli with Swiss chard and ricotta in a cream sauce that was just mediocre. All in all it was not worth the check.

Then we decided to do a pub crawl. We went to this new place called "Strong Place" which seemed to be a bar in the middle of Court St. So we sit at the bar and much to our chagrin....they did not have cocktails. Only craft beer and wine. So we decided to make the best of it and ordered some wine. And started talking to the two girls behind the bar. Who turned out to be total loons. I mean batshit crazy. It was scary shit.

So we kept walking and the only place open was Enoteca which is our cafeteria more or less. Marco's dad Joe was sitting outside with a couple of his cronies having some wine and a cigar. He calls us over to sit and have a drink. We have a couple of superb cocktails mixed to perfection. When we get up to go and I call over the waiter for the check he goes "We love you guys there is no check."

You see that is a regular guy place. They take care of their friends. No fifty dollar check for a couple of glasses of wine. 

It just goes to show you.