Feeling adventurous, Spartan and I asked our friendly cab driver if there was a restaurant he might recommend. He very promptly and excitedly said yes, that indeed there was and he could make a reservation right now - he went on to insist that if we didn't love the food he would foot the bill.
We arrived at this quirky place, filled with interesting and unique wall decor -such as the coveted plastic vegetable wall arrangement including a large plastic lettuce. So. Not. Kidding. All joking aside, it was obvious that they had worked very hard to create a nice environment.
When we first sat down, I told Spartan that I myself have many times considered slapping Babs toy plastic food on the wall - voila! - instant art. We chuckled a bit and ordered some wine.
The wine was brought and the waiter went about trying to uncork it. Both Spartan and I surmised very quickly that it was a twist off top but - we very subtly looked the other way while he spent about 10 minutes trying to uncork it. Once he figured it out - we acted as though we hadn't a clue what had transpired and ordered our dinner.
Dinner arrived and each plate contained enough food to have fed a family of 4. We have no idea how the people who live there aren't all well over 300 pounds. It was delicious!
Part way through the meal - and all the way through the bottle of wine - I was trying to describe how a snorkel worked using my fork to aid the illustration. When I did this - I accidentally forked the wall lettuce thereby dislodging it and send it careening into my head.
At this point - we couldn't contain our laughter. I pointed out to Spartan that - he picked me... because of my specialness. I very quickly returned the wall lettuce to it's place in the arrangement, fixed my hair and acted as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred....
Then, I went to the bathroom. (All it needed to spruce it up was some wall lettuce) Let me give to you, my dear bloggers, an illustration of that adventure;
It was fantastic. The food was amazing, the laughter was ridiculous and the company was enchanting. I hope we get to go back there one day... and that perhaps I don't have need of the facilities ;-)
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6 comments:
Now I understand the wall lettuce!
Thanks for following up.
Glad to see that while you're in heaven, while you're being attacked by plastic vegetables, while you're performing amateur dramatics with a folk, you still keep the presence of mind to snap a loo for our future blog entertainment.
Thanks for always thinking of our merriment!
earl - couldn't leave you hanging (lol)
bobo - always thinking about you guys... well not ALWAYS. LOL.
Coooool, plastic vegetables. Perhaps I could get the boys to eat them as they are turning up their noses as the real thing.
I will never forget the concept of a wall lettuce lol lol.
You are soo funny, honeybear. I hope that writing down the memories is helping the holiday to stay with you a little longer.
{{{{elizabeth}}}}
xxx
LMAO! Sounds like something I'd do. So nice when it happens to someone else instead ;-)
hullaballoo - thanks my dear! Yes, recounting the memories makes it last just a little bit longer...
tamara - isn't it though! I know that feeling - which is why I laugh so hard when someone else does something similar... ;-)
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