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I’m definitely straying from the fitness portion of the WIAW theme, but we had a lot of fun and a whole lot of food in celebration of Mark’s birthday month.
Mark’s actual birthday was last Tuesday. We started the month out with a birthday brunch. I took him to our favorite local restaurant, The Café, which has a rotating menu to reflect seasonal ingredients from local agriculture. They have a few things that remain constant on their menu, but typically we go once every few months and there are new and interesting dishes to try. I usually get a boring plate of eggs with bacon and potatoes and some fruit, unless they have a gluten-free option that sounds particularly interesting. This time, they did not.
Mark took his time deciding, and we ordered drinks. Out came the best-looking bloody mary that I have ever seen. Olives. Lime. Celery. And jerky. Not too heavy and thick, definitely spicy, and not too salty.
Mark ended up getting the eggs benedict selection of the month. It had creamed spinach and crispy artichokes as well as pancetta. We ordered dessert to share, and the safest thing for me to eat (though I would be willing to be sick for a week for their carrot cake) was the créme brûleé. It was the best I’ve ever had. Not too hard of a shell on top. Creamy and pudding-like in the middle. I wish I would have skipped the breakfast part and just had one of those babies to myself.
We went hiking one day a week or so ago and decided that it was too late to make dinner. I jokingly I said that I needed 3 more restaurants to get to my summer bucket list goal of trying 10 new ones, and that it was his birthday month after all, so we could try Oddfellows, a new burger joint that I probably never would have tried on my own. He took me up on that offer, since he knew that it would likely be the only offer he’d get to go there.
The restaurant is crazily decorated … in a Friday’s sort of style … but with eclectic collections of things that the owner put together. He’s got a thing for Elvis too. The menu would have normally sent me on a design tirade, but it fit so nicely with the rest of the place that I kept my mouth shut.
I ordered a salad after discovering that a tip I read on Yelp or somewhere claiming that this restaurant was gluten-free-friendly was highly incorrect. Everything other than salad on the menu was breaded or would be boring without the bread (seriously, who wants a burger without the bun?) so I got what was supposed to be a pulled chicken salad, to receive a salad with what looked like naked chicken nuggets doused in barbecue sauce. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t what I was expecting.
Mark, however, was the opposite of disappointed with his meal. I assumed he would order the burger between a glazed donut, but instead he got this mammoth double bacon cheeseburger between two grilled cheeses. Which sounds like a huge feat and a food coma, but if you think about it, it’s really the equivelant of 2 double cheeseburgers. Which is still a lot of food, but Mark knew we were probably only going to go to Oddfellows once, so this was his chance …
… except they have these teeny martinis that are $4 a piece. They’re the perfect size for me. And they’re small enough that you can have a few different flavors. The martinis redeemed the restaurant. In fact, we might go there for drinks and tots sometime, if I can confirm that the tots are not, in fact, breaded (they were sketchy).
And no birthday eating experience would be complete without a candle blowout. I mentioned that I whipped up a cake last week, and here is a shot of him blowing out all 26 candles. It was nearly a fire hazard. I kid. I’m going to be 28 soon!
Have you tried any new restaurants lately?
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Hi there. I'm Calee (pronounced CAL-e). If that's too hard, just call me Cal. Also known as chimes or the chimes. I'm 28ish, a designer, a runner, a self-proclaimed fitness queen, a craftster, a foodie, a music snob — some might call me a hipster. Here's the unabridged version.
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