Okay, I'm never going to remember the name of a Mexican restaurant when they use an ACTUAL Mexican word. If it was, say, "San Jose's Mexican Tacos", then, you know, sure, I can remember that. To recall the name of the extraordinary place we dined for lunch, I'm going to have to consult my camera:
...But I digress. I was passing this on the way to the eatery, which is actually called:
It was great, and if you find yourself in Sacramento, you should check it out.
And that, gentle reader was but a precursor to the evening that would unfold.
Dinner was at Aioli Bodega Espanola, which has an umlaut on it's sign, making me think that it was more German than it actually was; turns out, it's actually quite Spanish. We had a "waiter" and an "attendant"; the latter was a girl who can only be described as cherubic, and tiny; I was a good bit taller than she was WHILE SEATED. She was very sweet and helpful, though, and, despite her tiny, tiny stature, was able to leverage quite a few plates and dishes unassisted, and effortlessly.
...I'm pretty sure she was a leprechaun.
The "waiter" was much more of a "character", who consistently brought us "things we didn't order which were pretty close to things we DID order, but which would be fine". I have at least one SC friend who would have probably just killed him. This friend's name may or may not rhyme with "Jay".
The food was good (though R and I both thought everything needed a little salt), and R paid for dinner, which was a graceful gesture from a dear friend who has realized that I'm eating out EVERY SINGLE MEAL, as my kitchen stuff has yet to arrive (8 days until my stuff shows up!).
Let me stop whining, please. Let me stop, and tell you what dinner was:
A charcuterie plate
Main Course, Tapas Style:
Each served in an elegant sauce. Each perfectly balanced with a light veg. Each wonderful.
I am STILL full of food, nearly five hours later. We shared every course, and commented on each. Mostly, the comments went like this:
R: But good, right?
... I was not helping. But it was all delicious.
Yes, I went full Murloc. Please give yourself five internet points if you get that joke. If you did not, don't worry; the points don't matter, as we have been reminded many, many times.
To cap off the night, we met up with L and took in the comedy show. It was lightly mocking the San Diego Comic Con ("Thankfully, none of you are there, or you wouldn't be here!"), and we even all got badges and comics:
The last three came down to Thor, Batman, and Sarah Connor (the host kept irritatingly saying Sarah Connor"S", but I'm assuming he was trolling...).
At one point, some (female, and presumably lovely and wonderful) person called out, "Sarah Connor, because she's been through childbirth!"
JUST as the cheers died down, I got a pretty good laugh:
"Well, so has THOR..."
It occurred to me that, while I was joking, Marvel had almost certainly made Thor a woman at some point, and, sure enough (sigh):
Now pick up your room, you. Yes, the socks, too. Pfft.
More than anything, the evening made me want to get on stage again!! :) I'll keep you posted on such developments.
On the morrow, for both you, gentle reader, and your humble narrator, I sincerely hope: