Greenhouse Tavern is amazing.
The rest of the culinary world agrees, of course. Within five days of our last meal (right, convenience of E. 4th living), there were at least three new menu items. Our friends from Indy were left pleased and beyond full.
Ed note: Uh, so we may have gone back again last Thursday, which makes three times in a week. New record. This was for snacking and Jeni’s ice cream. Yum.
New items: peach salad (soooo very, very much better than the chevre salad-full-o-green-stuff salad… whatever the dressing is made of, I would like to dip everything in it), GRAVY fries. People, I said GRAVY FRIES. I thought nothing could top the ranks of the pommes frites and egg, but oh yes, it did. There was also a new soup (I think it was a chilled soup, and I’ll have to go try it this weekend some time) and sadly, the Ohio corn in ghost sauce was just like its namesake: a ghost. Dammit, never had a chance to try it. Jonathon tells us the corn is just not as good this season.
After dinner, we took our friends to a hilarious comedy show at Hilarities (one of the funnier acts in which I’ve seen in a while) and martinis and more martinis — sadly, the midnight martini show is no more (there is only a dinnertime show now). Makeout sessions at La Strada afterward ensued. Not with any hot bartenders.
And shots of Becherovka for all (at home after all the shenanigans).
Tuesday, I met friends at Luxe for dinner (where 30% of the bill is donated to The LGBT Center in Cleveland). This is obvs a week to ruin my diet – a kobe corn dog & fries; more martinis at 2-for-1 HH prices; salad: again, meh; and shared a BBQ lamb pizza with ummmmmm pickled onions and apples …grrrreat. I did not need a $72 Happy Hour bill this week, where with all these closet organization systems that I need to purchase. Finished at 2:30 am Saturday.
Listening: Old Trip hop – posted over at Addicted to Vinyl
To Do-ing: I am officially moved in — still need to bring some “everyday” things over from my condo, but most things will stay there in “storage.” Addresses are changed, car is monthly-parked for (yuck) its $160 spot. I am a Clevelander.
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