I've never been a big fan of Valentine's Day until yesterday.. The Lovely Jules changed all of that for me. This "man created" holiday has always been an obligation as opposed to being enjoyable. Everything costs more money and the crowds are unbelievable. Yesterday, I found myself at Costco picking up a prescription and I noticed that every man in the place was carrying a bouquet of roses. Quite an unnatural sight, frankly. Some men had 2 and 3 bouquets, indicating either a harem at home or daughters. As I sit here writing, I'm munching on a pound of Godiva chocolates, courtesy of St. Jules! Just since I've written this first paragraph, I've consumed 1/2 of the 1 LB box. Julie asked me to save her the good ones, fat chance. When she bought me Sees Candies for Christmas, every last one of them was half eaten before I ever got my hands on them! Gosh, these are SO good..
Since we always enjoy the efforts of Tutti Santi's Italian Restaurante', I actually called and made reservations there.. Mateo answered the phone and I course I joked with him for a moment or two. He told me they were seating 120 at 6 PM, 120 at 7 PM and 8 PM is out of the question, but 9 PM is still open. I grabbed the 9 PM reservation, in spite of the fact that it was a week night and awfully late to be eating.
I arrived at the Lovely Jules house at 7:30 wearing my sports jacket and dress slacks with a Polo dress shirt. I'd don't have a key to her house and was forced to ring the bell. Julie immediately opened the door and commented on how nice I looked and Pawpaw head butted me in the balls, as usual. Julie looked ravishing again! I don't think I've ever seen her wearing anything but jeans and she was dressed in dress slacks and a sexy top. Very HOT! As I entered, I was bent over with cramping from the dog attack. I was offered a bottle of water and escorted to the sofa for seating.
We played for about an hour and Julie told me it was time to go to the restroom to apply the final touches. I didn't join her there as she primped and patched up her make up application. We headed out. We were able to get a parking place that was a little too good. That always makes me wonder when a restaurant is booked up. We entered and was greeted by Lao the owner. I told him how lucky he was to have a job, as he wiped off his brow with his handkerchief. He wandered off talking to himself in Italian. We were seated by the sleazy hostess with the cheap ass wig and too much make up. She brought us to a 2 top table about 12 inches from the table against the wall. I complained and told the hostess it was too small for us. Sh offered us a booth if we were prepared to wait 30 seconds, we were. Poor planning by the hostess, as the place was only half full. Who were they saving the booth for, the Pope? Julie thanked me for speaking up as the tiny table was just not acceptable.. I beat on my chest 4 times and kissed her gently. That's when I looked into her eyes and saw her passion. What is it about that restaurant that turns her on so?
We were seated as I prayed that our waiter was not going to be Tom, the waiter we had last time. Tom is a dumpy little guy that reminds me of someone from my past that I can't quite remember. He possesses horribly bad breath and a lack of knowledge about his job. He is new and I know more about their restaurant than he, after frequenting it for 15 years. He never offered us the special and after dinner we are never offered free Zambuca, something that is always offered there. There is something about Thomas that I just don't like. As good as the food is there, that's how bad the service is. This is the fourth time we've eaten there and it's been bad every time.
After ignoring us for way too long, he came over and the very thing that Julie wanted, they were out of. Shouldn't a good waiter mention that up front? I ordered veal scallopini and all that poor Julie could find to order was an appetizer of raw beef and tomatoes. It had some fancy Italian name, but that's what it was. When my scallopini came, it was embarrassingly low on volume. It looked like a joke! There in the middle of an enormous plate was about 2 ounces of veal, no kidding that was all. Julie loved it and ate about one of the ounces and I wolfed down the other one, waiting for Thomas to show up again and ask if he were kidding. Thomas never showed up again. We decided to just leave after paying the check as Julie had some other idea for the balance of the evening. Without me knowing it, she had secretly recorded LOST!
Mel
2/15/08
Since we always enjoy the efforts of Tutti Santi's Italian Restaurante', I actually called and made reservations there.. Mateo answered the phone and I course I joked with him for a moment or two. He told me they were seating 120 at 6 PM, 120 at 7 PM and 8 PM is out of the question, but 9 PM is still open. I grabbed the 9 PM reservation, in spite of the fact that it was a week night and awfully late to be eating.
I arrived at the Lovely Jules house at 7:30 wearing my sports jacket and dress slacks with a Polo dress shirt. I'd don't have a key to her house and was forced to ring the bell. Julie immediately opened the door and commented on how nice I looked and Pawpaw head butted me in the balls, as usual. Julie looked ravishing again! I don't think I've ever seen her wearing anything but jeans and she was dressed in dress slacks and a sexy top. Very HOT! As I entered, I was bent over with cramping from the dog attack. I was offered a bottle of water and escorted to the sofa for seating.
We played for about an hour and Julie told me it was time to go to the restroom to apply the final touches. I didn't join her there as she primped and patched up her make up application. We headed out. We were able to get a parking place that was a little too good. That always makes me wonder when a restaurant is booked up. We entered and was greeted by Lao the owner. I told him how lucky he was to have a job, as he wiped off his brow with his handkerchief. He wandered off talking to himself in Italian. We were seated by the sleazy hostess with the cheap ass wig and too much make up. She brought us to a 2 top table about 12 inches from the table against the wall. I complained and told the hostess it was too small for us. Sh offered us a booth if we were prepared to wait 30 seconds, we were. Poor planning by the hostess, as the place was only half full. Who were they saving the booth for, the Pope? Julie thanked me for speaking up as the tiny table was just not acceptable.. I beat on my chest 4 times and kissed her gently. That's when I looked into her eyes and saw her passion. What is it about that restaurant that turns her on so?
We were seated as I prayed that our waiter was not going to be Tom, the waiter we had last time. Tom is a dumpy little guy that reminds me of someone from my past that I can't quite remember. He possesses horribly bad breath and a lack of knowledge about his job. He is new and I know more about their restaurant than he, after frequenting it for 15 years. He never offered us the special and after dinner we are never offered free Zambuca, something that is always offered there. There is something about Thomas that I just don't like. As good as the food is there, that's how bad the service is. This is the fourth time we've eaten there and it's been bad every time.
After ignoring us for way too long, he came over and the very thing that Julie wanted, they were out of. Shouldn't a good waiter mention that up front? I ordered veal scallopini and all that poor Julie could find to order was an appetizer of raw beef and tomatoes. It had some fancy Italian name, but that's what it was. When my scallopini came, it was embarrassingly low on volume. It looked like a joke! There in the middle of an enormous plate was about 2 ounces of veal, no kidding that was all. Julie loved it and ate about one of the ounces and I wolfed down the other one, waiting for Thomas to show up again and ask if he were kidding. Thomas never showed up again. We decided to just leave after paying the check as Julie had some other idea for the balance of the evening. Without me knowing it, she had secretly recorded LOST!
Mel
2/15/08
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