Confessions of a Sicilian foodie.: Anniversary Day, Part Deux...

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Anniversary Day, Part Deux...

It was actually a pretty lazy day Saturday. Not that I'm complaining of course. We did a bit of laundry, ran a few errands, and made the kids get outside since it was a beautiful day. We then ended up getting a hot dog at Skippy's (http://www.skippyshotdogs.com/) in downtown Winston for lunch after walking around a bit. For the record, I'm not a big hot dog enthusiast, but there's something about Skippy's that's pretty enticing. They make their own pretzel buns, and then grill both the bun and the Nathan's all beef hot dog. It's quite a culinary euphoria to be honest. After that, we had to hit Sweet Frog to get our frozen yogurt fix. After another stop or two, then a leisurely jaunt back to the house, we ended up digging through some old (really old) family pictures with mom for a few hours, trying to figure out who was who, etc. All of this scintillating storytelling was really just an appetizer (you mean it gets better?!? Yes, yes it does. You are welcome).

I really just wanted to post about our anniversary dinner and give a shout out about a great meal, at a great, restaurant, for a great evening, with great company. So, my wife (of 17 years for reiteration purposes) and I made it to Mozelle's Fresh Southern Bistro (http://mozelles.com/) to celebrate. It was a beautiful evening, and though there was a bit of a wait, with a drink in hand, a light spring breeze, and lovely company, it was more than bearable. The ambiance downtown is pretty cool, with the lights, the horse-drawn carriages, the city noises, and, at least last night, the hundreds of teeny boppers in full "prom" regalia.

Anyway, enough babbling. Suffice it to say, we had a great evening (no, I will not write about how it ended, shame on you!). More about our meal, I had the meatloaf with spicy collard greens and cheesy grits, and Sarah had tomato pie also with cheesy grits. I was fortunate enough to find a great beer to accompany said fare, called "Monk in the Trunk", very flavorful, rich amber with a touch of sweetness, but not sweet...if that makes sense. We finished up with a toasted pecan bread pudding that had a sauce that would "make you wanna slap yo' mama!" (as they say here in the south...). All in all, another great evening, too bad we can't sit outside of a quant, urban eatery, sip, munch, and gaze, every evening, but alas, life must go on. Here are a few pics to prove that I only made up part of the story: