I got there a little ahead of everyone else, and I feel weird sitting at a table but not ordering anything so I asked for an apple cider martini. You know, out of the goodness of my heart and to give the waiter something to do. Totally selfless and all.
I'm not a martini drinker, but this was incredible. Apple cider with a little rum and something else. The best part was the cinnamon and brown sugar on the rim.
I'm not skating much this week (letting the tattoo heal, giving my hip bruise a break and spending time with family and friends) so I tried to keep my meal somewhat light. My caesar salad was good, but I didn't take a photo. It's salad, y'know? But the red pepper bruschetta... Ohemgee.
I couldn't quite sum up the deliciousness in a photo.
My mother-in-law did a better job of documenting the evening than I did. I was relieved that other people wanted spinach and artichoke dip because I was starving. That, and it's the best dip.
I am often a hungry, hungry hippo. Exhibit A follows.
The Plaza really is delightful this time of year. It used to intimidate me, then it disinterested me. Now I'm kind of in love.
My sister-in-law ordered one pasta I wanted but didn't get.
Her friend got the other. If I go again, I'm getting this gorgonzola soemthingorother penne.
I love most foods, but wouldn't poke this with a stick. Lots of lobster and shrimp and stuff. My mother-in-law insisted it was delicious and I believe her. This is just so not my kind of thing.
Aren't we all adorable? (The answer is, "Awwwwwwwwwwww, yes!")
Merry Christmas, happy holidays and all that jazz!
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