NOM.

Nom nom nom to eleventy! So, May 29th was the anniversary for The Boss & me working together, for about a gazillion years, and he said instead of us doing something the two of us, as a reward I should take Alan to dinner anywhere I wanted and give him the bill. Then he said, "Well, anywhere in ATLANTA! Don't be flying to Vegas to eat at Bellagio or the Virgin Islands to your favorite resort or something and then handing over the tab, that's not what I meant!"

The Boss. He knows me well.

I kinda wanted to go here, but Alan has a...less than adventurous palate, so Bacchanalia and several other restaurants did not appeal. He's all about steaks and taters, so I said off-handedly, "Well, there's always Bone's."

Bone's is not only consistently rated the best steakhouse in Atlanta (by Zagat's, not me) but several times named best steakhouse in America. To which Alan replied, "I've never been to Bone's."

Never.

Been to...

Bone's???

Those words...can they be used that way, in a sentence?

W. T. F. ???

I mean, I haven't eaten there a thousand times like The Boss, but I've BEEN. I've taken my mom, my brother, friends, various craptacular men I've dated...how can you love steak, live in Atlanta and never eat at Bone's?!? HOW?!? *shakes fist skyward*

I said to Alan, "I can't fix the past. But I can tell you what we're doing this weekend."

We went tonight and it was fabulous. Since they know me there (well, to be fair, they know The Boss, and know me because I call in his reservations) they brought us pheasant sausage and balsamic-marinaded onions and shortbread cookies and mint chockies for free just 'cause they love me...but I digress....

Most yummalicious steak EVAH, so much so that Alan, Mr. Miser, wants to go there again even when we have to pay ourselves. I'm not going to argue - lovely meal, about to bust now from overeating but I totally do not care, gastronomic fabulosity beyond measure. Mmmm. Mmmmmmmmm.

As an adjunct to my '67 pairs of shoes' post, you might be interested to know that I wore these tonight to Bone's.

They originally were very ordinary, boring patent leather pumps but see all the spangly, sparkly fun things at the toes?

Those aren't actually part of the shoes - they are old-lady clip-on earrings, which my gramma saw at Belk or somewhere, thought they'd look great as an accessory on some black patent pumps, and bought for me. Well, as usual, she was right - IMO anyway.


I wore this dress -

My gramma did not put any clip-on earrings on the dress. It came this way.

Not much to add about dinner - I couldn't do it justice - delectable, tender, lovely meats, crispy taters, decadent dessert and...







oh yeah...yeah, I went there. I don't think $275 is too much for wine, do you?

Especially not if The Boss is paying...

The only complaint I have is about the valet parking. I tried to get the guy to give us this bitchin' 911, but he was rather firm about us leaving in MY car. Hmpf.