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Forgot to mention
Jun. 30th, 2011 01:11 pmSo, last night, before we went to see War Horse, my mother and I went to get food. We hadn't really made plans, but we stopped in at PJ Clarke's and managed to get seats at the full-service bar. Superlative burgers, by the by, if you're looking for a place. Our incredibly charming Irish (do the Irish come in other flavors?) bartender was very attentive and helped us pick out two desserts we didn't need. He also has astonishingly good hearing for somebody working in a bar. I would think working in a bar that noisy would make your hearing worse. I was sitting next to my mother when I told her I wouldn't tell my father that she was flirting with the bartender, and she didn't hardly hear me, but the bartender promised he wouldn't tell either. Really nice guy.
Also really nice guy: the softball team captain who came in just as we were finishing up. He bought my mother and I another round of drinks (we each had one 'cause we were at the bar, and, naturally, that's what one does at a bar) as an apology for the way his entire team swarmed around us, passing perilously full glasses of beer around. Our bartender, who my mother, per her usual, tipped thirty-forty percent, even topped us up a third time, which I had to pass on to the softball captain because there was no way I was drinking that much more booze right before the show. (I didn't want to be drunk, I was still totally full from dessert, and I didn't want to have to pee.) My mother being, well, my mother, she immediately made great conversation with the softball captain, and she's probably looking up his softball league as I speak.
All in all, it was a pretty magical night out on the town. Can't say enough good things about War Horse and I had a fabulous dining experience. Perfection.
Also really nice guy: the softball team captain who came in just as we were finishing up. He bought my mother and I another round of drinks (we each had one 'cause we were at the bar, and, naturally, that's what one does at a bar) as an apology for the way his entire team swarmed around us, passing perilously full glasses of beer around. Our bartender, who my mother, per her usual, tipped thirty-forty percent, even topped us up a third time, which I had to pass on to the softball captain because there was no way I was drinking that much more booze right before the show. (I didn't want to be drunk, I was still totally full from dessert, and I didn't want to have to pee.) My mother being, well, my mother, she immediately made great conversation with the softball captain, and she's probably looking up his softball league as I speak.
All in all, it was a pretty magical night out on the town. Can't say enough good things about War Horse and I had a fabulous dining experience. Perfection.
