birthday dinner
Aug. 31st, 2013 11:44 pmSo as happens from time to time I had a birthday a little while ago, and ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
therienne, mollyamory, and I went out to a nice dinner tonight to celebrate, at the Wayside Inn, one of my favorite restaurants, where they have amazing prime rib, yum. This place is a historical landmark about an hour away from us, where you can sit in the 200-year-old section of the restaurant and soak in the atmosphere while you eat. It's also a really popular place for weddings, and when you go on Saturdays in the summer you're almost guaranteed to see the big tents set up, and more than likely the horse and carriage driving around the property, which I love. And sure enough, there it was this time, heading out of the entrance and down the road while the wedding party had their photos taken on the grounds. It was a really pretty beginning to the evening.
Other than the incredibly loud table of four next to us for the first half hour or so, it was as lovely as ever, and the prime rib cooked as perfectly. Then we wandered out, leftovers in hand, just in time to see the horse wander out of his barn and start chomping on grass.
( horsie! )
He let us get close enough -- mostlymollyamory to pet him:
( petting the horsie! )
Which really is a pretty awesome way to end a dinner!
(Oh, rats, I think those are sideways; I have no idea why, they should be vertical. I'll fix them later; I'm on a borrowed laptop that can't adjust them, and I want to get this posted before midnight.)
And then it was back to their place for Hot Fuzz, champagne (because why not), presents, and pastries.
mollyamory wanted to be sure that I'd know which presents came from who, so wrapped accordingly:
( guess who, she said )
Andtherienne remembered how much I love the chocolate pots from the local bakery (... possibly because when she said "what do you want?" I said "chocolate pot!", ahem).
( omg yum )
That's chocolate mousse, with a bit of chocolate cake in the middle of it, inside a big candy egg shell, drizzled with chocolate on top.
I am now very full, and happily looking forward to a long weekend with my new Raksura books (\o/) and Burn Notice DVDs.
therienne, mollyamory, and I went out to a nice dinner tonight to celebrate, at the Wayside Inn, one of my favorite restaurants, where they have amazing prime rib, yum. This place is a historical landmark about an hour away from us, where you can sit in the 200-year-old section of the restaurant and soak in the atmosphere while you eat. It's also a really popular place for weddings, and when you go on Saturdays in the summer you're almost guaranteed to see the big tents set up, and more than likely the horse and carriage driving around the property, which I love. And sure enough, there it was this time, heading out of the entrance and down the road while the wedding party had their photos taken on the grounds. It was a really pretty beginning to the evening.Other than the incredibly loud table of four next to us for the first half hour or so, it was as lovely as ever, and the prime rib cooked as perfectly. Then we wandered out, leftovers in hand, just in time to see the horse wander out of his barn and start chomping on grass.
( horsie! )
He let us get close enough -- mostly
mollyamory to pet him:( petting the horsie! )
Which really is a pretty awesome way to end a dinner!
And then it was back to their place for Hot Fuzz, champagne (because why not), presents, and pastries.
mollyamory wanted to be sure that I'd know which presents came from who, so wrapped accordingly:( guess who, she said )
And
therienne remembered how much I love the chocolate pots from the local bakery (... possibly because when she said "what do you want?" I said "chocolate pot!", ahem).( omg yum )
That's chocolate mousse, with a bit of chocolate cake in the middle of it, inside a big candy egg shell, drizzled with chocolate on top.
I am now very full, and happily looking forward to a long weekend with my new Raksura books (\o/) and Burn Notice DVDs.
