We had a few nights out last month. On Wednesday, I craved hot dogs but the Smokehouse on Telegraph makes me queasy sometimes so we, being knuckleheads, went to T-Rex which is never as good as it should be. I had a Fatted Calf hot dog that was more of a sausage than hot dog as well as watery grits. Watery, needed to be eaten with a spoon. Maybe someone likes them like that, but not me. I like bite, firmness to my grits. I'm not asking for a solid mass, but don't give them to me in a glass. Mister had the fried chicken with mashed potatoes, which were tasty. But the chicken was dipped in cornmeal so a little crunchier than I like. And, they serve a half chicken. Come on, really? A half a friend chicken?
It didn't help that we had a bird's eye view of the kitchen from our seats upstairs and could see the cooks tasting the food — fingers and all. Tom Colicchio would be shocked!
On Thursday, Mister came home grumpy so what to do? Yes, go out to eat. 😉 We headed downtown to Flora, the third restaurant from the Dona Tomas folks. It is in Oakland's old floral depot and it is beautiful. They did a nice job on redecorating. The food was lovely and we'd go back but I'm not in a hurry to make it my favorite new spot. Boy, though, the crowds love it. It's packed, all the time.
We had meal out with fellow pregnant pair the Fass-Mins. EB is a couple of months ahead of me, but nothing beats swapping stories about ultrasounds, nighttime bathroom trips, and thickening middles. The food is rich, too rich for me, I think. Lots of fat in the mix with heavy meats. Like most good spots, pork belly was on the menu.