Had dinner last night to celebrate the birthday of two friends of mine. We had a HUGE group (20-30 people?!) at Ralph Brennan’s Jazz Kitchen over in Downtown Disney.
The food was good (I love Southern food, y’all), but Disney-priced (if you’ve ever had a meal at Disneyland you know what I’m talking about).
And there was live music, and the place had great atmosphere. It’s so nice to go out to a nice restaurant once in a while, and play the part of a grown-up young adult, drinking my $7 Cuba Libre and making witty banter at the bar with my sexy lady friends.
I got pretty tired as the night went on. The reason for this is threefold:
- I slept three hours the night before, cramming for our test. I was ready to crash out at our table, right into my Andouille grits.
- I was there with a couple other people at the reservation time, but people kept trickling in later. So food was still coming out after I was almost finished eating. It was the longest I have ever been at a meal, excluding banquets.
- Now, I love my friends, but with such a big party, and people coming in late (some over two hours late), and asking our poor server to take their orders, and moving tables around, and standing around to talk to people, and walking on the stage to get around a table (while a pianist was playing) — I found myself getting more and more irritated at their lack of decorum.
But I think a good time was had by all. I’m just not the type who likes big group gatherings, I suppose.
Now to find a recipe for those grits.
