I must admit, I’ve been somewhat lax in updating our web content this week. Work has been busy, which tends to leave me drained, and unfortunately I’m not at the point in my life where I can afford to blog full time either. Perhaps someday…
I will be honest though, I’ve spent a great deal of my free time over the last few days on the Foodgawker website. I think this little break has been for the best too. It’s given me a chance to recharge my culinary batteries per se, and gotten me intrigued about joining a group called the Daring Bakers who participate in monthly baking challenges and then post pictures and descriptions of their results.
One thing I have been meaning to get around to blogging about is my wrap-up from our dinner at Cowbell last week. For the better part of this week I was debating whether or not I wanted to write about it, but have since decided that if I start censoring the content of my experiences, I’m no longer running an objective website. And that would be wrong. So in the spirit of that, let’s dig right in!
Anyone my age or older probably remembers Kevin, the annoying mascot for Rainbow Chips Ahoy! who permanently etched those 4 words into our collective consciousness. Our dinner at Cowbell last week contained several rather distinct tee hee hee oops moments. I must preface my account by saying that I do still love this restaurant and do not fault them in the slightest; if anything, the experience reminded me that they’re human after all
To wit, the decision to visit Cowbell came about rather quickly during a wildly spiraling bad day at the office. When I called to see about a reservation at 2pm on a Thursday, I was not overly hopeful that we would be accommodated. I felt it a stroke of good luck when I was advised that not only were there seatings free, but the only thing the reservationist wanted to know was whether I thought we’d be longer than 2 hours with our dinner. I hung up the phone happy and excited for nibbles, but also mildly confused – isn’t the time required controlled by the speed at which the kitchen can provide my food?
When we arrived, we were greeted by a server who remembered us as semi-regulars; always a nice feeling. We were given a four-top, even though it was just the two of us, and there were other 2 seaters available. When the server mentioned that the menu might contain other items not listed on the chalkboard the Everyman’s imagination went off on a tangent that a private party was happening at 10 (hence the 2 hour question) and perhaps there was a secret menu. After a subsequent probing of our waitress, we learned that there was only the one menu, it just happened that they were already sold out of one of the options. Dang, no secret food for me tonight! I guess I’ll have to get my fix at Charlie Burger instead.
(more…)