Last Friday BC gave me a call - or maybe I called her first - and suggested I meet up with her and her friend A. That is not right. What happened was this: BC and A. were going to go to a shoe boutique for some wine and shopping event. I thought about joining them but was still at work. Then BC called to say it wasn't that great (very expensive shoes) and suggested that I pick a restaurant at which we could meet and enjoy a meal and each other's company. For some reason, on that day, I was slightly paralyzed by what is usually a request I am happy to take care of. I just couldn't come up with a place right off the top of my head. Eventually I regrouped, called BC back and gave her a few options. Ultimately we opted for Khyber Pass. I do so enjoy their menu when I actually get there. One of these days I'm going to sit at the bar proper and take a closer look at that scene. In any case, when I arrived BC and A. were already seated with beers and food on the way. So I had to move quickly with my own decisions. First up, a mint julep on the rocks. Pretty good, though maybe a little sweeter than I usually would expect. This is funny because I love me some sugar, but it was noticeably sweet.
bbq meat sampler I tried when LB came to town. Furthermore there is the fact that, actually? I don't think I've ever had a po-boy. So the call was a tough one. In the end I put my chances of ever having sex, eating vegetables or having a healthy bank account balance (or cholesterol level) in serious peril in favor of trying Khyber's fried shrimp/fried oyster po-boy, choosing to complete my downfall by opting for the macaroni and cheese as a side. Yup. I will die alone.