A Night on the Town
7 Feb
Ali finally made his way back home yesterday after being on a business trip all week and I was absolutely ready to hand Maya over for a few hours of quality father-daughter time. Unfortunately, Ali had other plans.
He’s going to flip out when he sees this picture on the internet but after the week I had? I am not particularly sympathetic. I’ll spare you the details but let’s just say that Maya and I had numerous disagreements and it is only thanks to Dora the Explorer that we are both alive today.
I really, really needed a break. So when my brother called me up yesterday and said that he and my dad were headed to BLT Steakhouse and would I like to join them, I nearly jumped for joy. I think my brother was shocked because he tries to get me to go out with him on a weekly basis and I almost always decline his invitations. I’m not sure exactly why, but getting dressed up and heading out to a trendy place just seems so overwhelming to me. Slapping a hat on and wearing sweats to California Pizza Kitchen is usually more my speed. But yesterday I was all for actually putting on some proper clothes and my contact lenses for a change.
My brother considered our 6:45 reservation time a senior citizens dinner hour. I considered it nearly bedtime but that is what a 6 year age difference will to do to you.
BLT is located where the famed Le Dome restaurant used to be. Sorry for the blurry picture…I must have taken this photo 5 times as I stood on Sunset Blvd. looking like a total loser but I just couldn’t get a good shot:
I had better luck with the inside of the restaurant:
The interior was absolutely stunning. The decor was Asian inspired but the restaurant is a French steakhouse…confusing? Yes. But it was lovely anyway.
The clientele was even more beautiful. The restaurant was filled with Lauren Conrad/Doug Reinhardt clones with many Chanel clad, gorgeous Asian girls thrown in for good measure. (I am obsessed with Asian hair by the way.) We also saw Donald Faison from Scrubs and Clueless.
As we perused our menus the servers brought over chicken pâté and sourdough bread:
And then the biggest, most amazing smelling popovers I’d ever seen:
Of course I couldn’t partake in either of these. I nearly crumbled, especially when my super supportive brother made several annoying comments about how he can’t wait to get old so he too can’t eat anything.
I forgave him because he was paying for my outrageously expensive dinner. I promised him I wouldn’t say anything in my post about the fact he is single and 27. So I won’t.
I ordered the Acacia Honey Marinated Black Cod with a Smoked Tomato Vinaigrette.
I love cod because of its great texture but it is often overcooked. Not last night! This one was absolutely amazing and melted in my mouth.
My dad and I also shared grilled asparagus and roasted tomatoes:
I tried to ignore the two giant cows sitting on the table, one belonging to my dad and one to my brother:
Looking at the steak bone nearly pushed me over the edge but luckily it was on the other side of the table so after a while I forgot it was there.
After dinner the restaurant sent over complimentary chocolate cookies with chocolate lava centers:
You have no idea how hard it was to resist these. A guaranteed stomach ache and a cup of decaf were the only things that held me back.
After dinner we went to my brother’s place to chat for a bit and I headed home at 9pm feeling quite refreshed and in a better mood. I think this is the first time in probably 6 months that I actually enjoyed a dinner on the town without having to deal with Maya’s potty breaks or Ali’s lengthy ordering process.
As an aside, I told Ali that he is free to do a guest post on some of my irritating habits since I publish his for all the world to see. His comeback?
It will need to be a series of posts.
Could my sarcasm finally be rubbing off on him after nearly 10 years of marriage?
