Restaurant Gal

Tag: Dining Out

  • Wishing on a Star

    I watched someone have fun at work last night–the kind of fun that is also fraught with headaches, because that’s the kind of fun you have at work when it’s your own place. He had fun even as he had to patiently explain things more than once to his cadre of new hires. Even as…

  • When the Money Talks

    “He’s worth millions and millions, you know.” That’s nice. He’s almost old enough to be my father. “He wants to fly you down to the islands on his plane next week. You would stay on the yacht, attend several parties with him. That’s all. You would, of course, have your own stateroom. Do you think…

  • Best South Florida Lines of 2007

    “You must be a real loser if you’re hanging out here all night.” This little ditty from the charming chap from Estonia who was miffed when my friend and I turned down his invitation to attend “a sex party with lots of sex, yes?” with him. “Thank you so much for accepting this dance with…

  • The List

    Every year, the Washington Post (and I am sure every other publication in the world) publishes a year-end list of what is in, what is out. Last night, upon returning to Palm Tree-ville after a few days in cold and rainy D.C., my crazy friend and I made our lists over dinner and a couple…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • Fields of Grain and Memories

    Dining out for this gal, as ridiculous as it may seem, is a literal quagmire of never fully answered questions: Should I eat this? Should I forgo that? Is the chef absolutely sure no flour is in that dish–not even a dusting? Did the server really ask? Do they even believe that my allergy to…

  • You Gotta Try…

    “RG, are those your friends sitting on 72?” asked one of the servers. “Yep, in from Philly for the weekend,” I said, shoving menus into the slots behind the podium. We have hired two hosts, and my multiple weekly doubles are numbered, but not quite over. “Are you getting off early to be with them?”…

  • Florida Resident Perks

    With a discounted annual pass in my wallet, a wad of cash from tips, and my first two full days off in a while, I decided to take myself to the “happiest place on earth.” You know, to be happy. Mostly, I ate, because as those who know me know, I am a grazing fool…