Saturday 12.26.09

The day after Xmas arrived faster than two shakes of a lamb’s tail and we had to take Nikki to the airport. After we dropped her off I thought it was natural to head to Waffle House, the most ghetto of all Southern diners. I had never ever stepped foot inside of a WH. And I want to tell you, I was not afraid, and I do not regret it.

They ran out of grits as we ordered, but I was lucky enough to get them. Sue had the biscuits and gravy and I gotta tell ya…. it inspired me to start recruiting for the Top Chef: Biscuits and Gravy Challenge. Since we were in FL we jumped over to Dunkin Donuts and got a coffee… for some reason there are no DD in GA either. It’s weird how that franchise works….

We called the Humane Society and they said they were not accepting any more dogs at this time. (my heart stops beating, Sue promises to go get Badger on Monday when her vet is open)

No saturday would be complete without a trip to the local flea market. White German Sheperds!? sooo cute!

I found this totally weird monkey thing that only total weirdos would own at the flea market. Oh wait! I have the same thing in my house on my hutch.

I ended up buying this gem! I mean, who doesn’t need a bobble head angry tiger family ?

I tried to buy the jackalope and the snake/weasel thingys but the nice man said they weren’t for sale. He said they were for conversation only. Hhhmmmpphh.

And of course to make me sadder, we saw puppies in cages for sale. English Bulldogs….

And then we saw some very bizarre African American artwork. Don’t take this the wrong way… but I would be calling this bizarre if it involved any type of person, of any race.

Ummm this lady has a nice booty.

In the summer the flea market has an awesome outdoor patio where you can drink beers outside by the pond. Classy!

After the flea market we went back to the house and watched Jake attack Tucker and he fell from the 20 foot ledge. Aww shit… but ya know what? Cats always land on their feet.

Apparently after they have one of these encounters Tucker likes to eat a bunch of food (don’t we all turn to food in stress?) and then he vomits all over the house. Good times. I am glad we had a 6 pm dinner reservation. Nazzaro’s is supposedly some of the best Italian food in the area. I am not particularly fond of Italian food, so I was ready to be impressed. Stuffed mushrooms for starters:

Why did we order French Onion soup in an Italian joint? No idea. Looks like shit and tasted like a 5 on a scale of 1-10.

Sue and I both ordered the veal… IMHO they were both bland

but Glen’s was awesome.

Perhaps I am brainwashed into thinking that all Italian food must have marinara sauce? Please, someone take me out and show me the way. Enlighten me. When it came time for dessert the waitress said the creme brulee was the “best she had ever had.”

Alrighty then. We ordered the creme brulee and then flipped a coin for the cannoli vs. the tiramisu

Aaaaand…. The creme brulee was far inferior to any that I had ever eaten and I do, in fact, want to add cannoli’s to the list of foods that I will never try again. (Hey! Get in the corner with salt and vinegar potato chips, Oreos and cole slaw!). Really, I gave it a shot. Sorry guys.  The limoncello was fantastic. But at this point in the day anything with a remote bit of alcohol makes me smile.

We went next door to Ziggy’s

to check out the local band of “Out of Work Santa’s”. Seriously, these guys are so happy to NOT be wearing fuzzy red velvet suits! They were a Dead/Phish/Classic Rock cover band and I loved them! Touch of Grey Band check them out if you are in the area….

Totally unrelated to anything: this table reminded me of our old neighbor who worked for the phone company. He used to bring us spools like this that we made into furniture in the backyard. Small coffee tables were made out of the spools used to transport telephone cables. Cool shit! I would love one of  those in my loft now.

And here is Jake again. He really needs to let go of some of his hang-ups.