Restaurant Gal

Tag: Dining Out

  • Night Ride

    The beauty of uncertainty –KT Tunstall Sometimes, nothing–not one thing–plays out as I am so certain it will. Sometimes, I defer to the uncertainty and say, “Hmm. I guess that was the outcome that was supposed to be.” Sometimes, I put a choke hold on the outcome that I want, insist should be, only to…

  • Single Sunday

    “It’s good to get out.” –My Wonderful Friend “I was separated from my wife for almost a year. Maybe it was only eight months. But I got the single-guy thing out of my system. Now…you, know, it’s okay.” –A coworker “You’ll know, when you know.” –A special friend Exile. I really need to thank the…

  • Uh Huh

    “He don’t like her going out, you know, like she’s single,” said the uniformed security guard as she leaned her elbow on the glass counter top of the jewelry case. “Uh huh. I know. And I told her that, too,” said the sales clerk standing behind the glass counter top of the jewelry case that…

  • The Best

    My best sister-friend from Montana and I go back a long time–to a time when we were too young to drive, and when we worked together at a drug store lunch counter serving up crab cakes and ice cream to watermen and local politicians in a town that hadn’t yet hit the tourism jackpot on…

  • What Were We Thinking?!

    A great day began with lunch yesterday: After a a few hours at the beach, we had that nice, but quiet dinner. All good, but we decided to hop a cab and go someplace a little more “lively.” That we ended up where we did is at once hilarious and horrifying. Meet our bartenders: My…

  • Nine Lives

    Take one night, add 12 hours on either side of it, never lose focus on the point of it all–to savor enormous quantities of food–and voila, so many lifetimes, lived to their fullest. Lifetime one: Hug Mr. Restaurant Gal, holding on to him for dear life, not looking back, and pretending there is no tomorrow.…

  • Vicarious Eating

    “You are not going to talk about what you are eating for dinner next weekend, again, are you?” asked the assistant manager with whom I now always work the door in the evenings since the latest host vanished, leaving just the two of us. “I am, and I will, until I decide what I am…

  • One Night Out

    “We met a few weeks ago. I’m a friend of Mark’s. Let me know if you want to hang out some evening. It would be fun.” This in an email to me a little less than two weeks after I moved here. We had met on one of my nights off, when I forced myself…

  • Front of the Bus

    When you have financed a major move down the East Coast, partially furnished an apartment, and placed a moderate down payment on a bottom-of-the-line VW during an end-of-model-year clearance sale–all thanks to a generous credit limit on an airline affinity MasterCard–you suddenly realize you can treat yourself to an upgrade. In this case, I had…

  • Best of the Road

    Discovering the so-called romance of the road takes time and a willingness to spend as few stops as possible at the fast food spots located a mere combo-meal’s throw off every cloned exit ramp. RG Daughter and I planned key detours off the four-lane path also known as I-70, but they weren’t nearly enough. Had…