Restaurant Gal

Restaurant Gal

  • Let’s Make That Deal For Real

    At 10:00 p.m. on Sunday, I was rooting the Redskins to victory and leaving the sports bar with a single wine spritzer under my belt. My biggest concerns at that moment? Two: that the Giants would pull it out, again; incredulity and annoyance that one of the stupidest bartenders I’ve ever regularly over-tipped despite her…

  • I’m Back with the Best of What I Can Get

    Random Guest Compliments: “I love the food here.” “The scenery’s not bad either.” “Yeah. I definitely come here for the scenery.” Should I be offended that I am considered scenery? In my way, I am. In my way, I am not at all. Work Friends: “Hey, RG, you look incredible, baby, as always. What’s up?”…

  • Blogger’s Night Out

    I did something this past Sunday night that I have never done before. And, I will admit, I did it rather poorly. I attended a gathering of South Florida bloggers at a dinner hosted by the very gracious Gus Moore of Miami Beach 411. How and why I snagged a spot on the guest list…

  • You’re From D.C.?

    Is everyone who is visiting here from D.C.? What are the odds that this keeps happening? To the front office guy who called from D.C.: I would love to book the pro athletes you represent, the ones whom only I would know and appreciate, except–and this so pains me to say it–the private rooms are…

  • Dear Diary

    Thank God 10th grade is finally over! I ate too much fast food (why are fries the best?), I know I drank too much (my fake ID is awesome!), and the boys I went out with–well I had a little too much of them, too. Not that 10th grade wasn’t fun. It was SO fun.…

  • The Best Days of Whose Life?

    Remember hearing that phrase about the high school years, those whacky teen times? Or about college? Or about your 20s? Maybe even your 30s? Hell, hearing them about any time in your life when you figured that the “these-are-the-best-days-of-your-life” sentiment must apply to everyone else but you, because the so-called “best days” were actually an…

  • Actually, I’m Busy

    Something odd happened this weekend. I had things to do, people to see. I was busy…two nights in a row. Me. The queen of alone time in my apartment. The queen of very alone at the regulars’ place I no longer feel a need to patronize, even once a week. Would that really be me?…

  • So Busted

    Damn them to hell. Damn their concerned puppy-dog expressions. Damn all line cooks who care. “RG, those fries are cold and old.” “So, I’ll eat them. I am starving.” “RG, no. Enough.” Enough? “I’ll make you a nice salad, like I did yesterday,” said the younger of the two. Enough what? “Yeah, you liked it,…

  • You Oughta Know

    Dear workaholic Owner who took me in as a feral stray and made my life so comfortable that I decided to stay on as a fat house cat, Thank God you are home. Seriously. I realize you need a break every now and then. And I hope you enjoyed it. But, who the hell was…

  • Food Groups

    Is wine considered to be a member of a food group–you know, fruit? Are fries more than just a greasy, salty starch? Could they be viewed as, say, a vegetable? If both of the above constitute the bulk of one’s daily intake, and on Tuesday one gorges out on heaping bowls of salad, can that…

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