I'm back from the Metroplex. What else would I have to report on but the restaurants I hit? Nothing spectacular to report. The best food I ate was at la Madeleine in Fort Worth. I had their famous Tomato Basil soupe, half a Cordon Bleu sandwich, and Pesto Pasta Salade. The company was just as good. I got to visit Michele and James and see their lovely place.
Saturday night I went to The Cheesecake Factory with Carmen, Melissa, and Brian. My food was okay. I ordered a Kahlua Coffee Cocoa Cheesecake to go. I ate that on Sunday, and my teetotal genes rejected the Kahlua and coffee. I never know what to do when I go to restaurants that I really like. Should I go with tried and true familiar faves or be adventurous? I think it's best to go halvesies with someone on one dish you know will be good and one new untried one, or you can order something daring when you've got a date that's paying, so at least you're not out the cash if your hunch was bad.
Speaking of the dating world, AOL@Love says, "Nothing says first date more than an evening at a restaurant, but where he takes you says more about the man you're with than you think." Don't worry. I linked to the site from Slashfood; I'm still happily single and checking the foodie sites, not the personals. Anyhow, if anyone is wondering what your guy's restaurant selection says about him, check out What Does His Choice for a First-date Restaurant Say about Him?
- Tapas - "don't expect a commitment from this professional dabbler anytime soon"
- Seafood - "it's nice to spend time with somebody who believes money is no object, but if he never lets you forget it..."
- Pancake house - "a guy who knows what he wants, and exactly where to go to get it"
- Sushi - "an eclectic lifestyle, so he wants to try everything"
- Mexican - "hot and spicy guy is the kind that will dance the night away"
- Chinese - "he needs a little motivation"
- Steakhouse - "since he won't stray too far from the norm, he could be a huge bore"
- Italian - "you've got a serious romantic on your hands"
- Burgers and fries - "likes it straight, so he can save himself for the BMX race he's in"
As for Feasting on Asphalt, here's a fun picture of the remnants of the charcoal cookies. In a fit of anger, I tossed my cookies into the street and ran them over with the truck. That's pretty much how it happened. My dad saw the crumbled cookies in the street in front of my house and thought they had been repaving the street.