my mouth is still watering

and it's not from the usual stimuli, perverts.
actually, we had a gorgeous dinner at a gorgeous restaurant.
now, utah has a bad habit of over-selling things.
or of hyping things--
you hear some movie or restaurant is great so many times, it just loses its impact.
well.
this place deserved the hype.
dunno if i would have felt the same had i been paying the bill...
holy fuck.
i mean, really, people.
what a waste of resources.
but it was incredible.
from the lobster bisque,
to the salad
to the Prime rib with yorkshire pudding (NOT jell-o style, btw--it's a puffy little pastry/bread thingy.)
and ending with a big old flaming bowl of bananas, rum and ice cream...
(bananas foster)
perfection.
and the atmosphere was lovely.
and everything was in french, so i felt smartsie fartsie when i knew what it all meant.
and the uniforms?
hubba hubba.
pastoral french boustiers and long velvety skirts...
yum.
(we're frantically looking into buying one for me.)
it was amazing, start to finish.
and the pace was wonderful--
i never felt rushed, or impatient--or too full.
oh!!
and one of the entre items was 3 lobster tails...
the name of this dish was: Menage de Trois
of COURSE my husband wanted to order that.
we giggled over all the silly things we could ask the waitress--
"do you recommend the menage a trois?"
of course, purposely mis-phrasing it.
i would not let him order it, though (and i don't think he's going to forgive me).
the reason?
well...
instead of listing a price, it said, "financing available"...
and while I'm ALL for spending other people's money--
i just thought that it would be in poor taste to order that.
i was guessing it was around a hundred dollars for that entree, based on the other listed prices.
it was...
exorbitant.
decadent.
wonderful.

goodnight.