We're (me and Bill) are keeping a low profile today. The weather is still sunny but gone is the balmy, spring like 78 degrees temperatures of yesterday. We're down to 38 degrees now. Wow. Good thing I trimmed our knockout rose bushes over the weekend before the cold front returned.
|Me and The Bill|
Bill wants to take me out to dinner tonight. Bill hates to go out but he does like the Bay Leaf in Milton. The last few times we've been there, we weren't pleased with the quality of the food. We've had good meals and not so good meals there. However, the booths are comfortable and the service good. A new restaurant open across the street from the Bay Leaf. It's called "The Backyard." Hey, no one is getting awards for originality here in naming restaurants.
Bill and I ventured in last week for the first time. Interesting decor but uncomfortable for us. Padded seats along the wall and little tables for four out on the floor. Service was slow and the soup and fries were lukewarm to cold which really wasn't acceptable since the waitresses outnumbered the patrons by at least four to one. Lots of running around put slow service.
|I do like me French Fries hot and spicy, crisp on the outside and soft on the inside (just like my men) but this staple of restaurants apparently is hard to do. So rare that I get hot fries when I order them.|
I went back again on Saturday by myself to give them a second chance. Service was bit better. The food? All right and reasonable priced. I didn't take a chance with the fries. Once you serve me cold fries I tend not to go back for repeat. After all, how hard is it to bring out hot fries? Reminds me of every visit I've made to the "Rose and Crown" in Lewes. Always cold fries. Maybe it's the new thing. I don't like it.
Rambling on here folks. My thang.
I think this evening I'll make some whiskey (Jack Daniels) balls. Also some chocolate chip cookies. This Christmas Eve is one of those rare ones where I'm not working. On those rare occasions I like to make cookies by myself (Bill's in bed as usual at 7 pm), with the TV on, hopefully the 1951 (Alistar Sim) version of "The Christmas Carol." Before I go to bed I look out my bedroom window at the darkened cold night sky to see if I can find that brightest star in the sky.