Okay. This is not a food review
I imagine starting the evening with white chocolate martinis didn't help.
While at dinner tonight at a perfectly respectable eatery [cloth napkins, competent waitstaff, plates of food with sauces artfully drizzled
], we talk of civil unions, Brokeback Mountain, the shoddy practices at Middlesex Salvation Army
, stories about how Steve Tyler watches women buy expensive shoes
, getting kicked out of a Billy Idol concert at Foxwoods
and preparing for a photo shoot with Anthrax
. But it's the attire that gets the notice. A large crucifix and thigh-high boots hand painted by Francesco Clemente
Mind you, the food was
very good [even though they were out of the Prime Rib advertised special] from the crab cake appetizer, the seared scallop entree, to the coffee and creme brulee. I'll have to go back and take photos of those things too.
I was cautioned that by posting these pictures that some folks out there might think I'm some sort of fetishist. Well, there may be some truth to that, though these particular images wouldn't make the nature of my own preoccupations any clearer. But that's a whole 'nother story and one that I'm certainly not going to share on my family-style blog.
THANKS TO: Barbara, Heidi and Anne for a wonderful evening at The Tavern in the Inn at Middletown |