Hubs turned Snoop on this morning and I rocked my weight workout to his greatest hits. I’m not sure why, maybe because I grew up just outside of Detroit and we had awesome radio stations, but my sister and I are total music freaks. We are in love with music. In particular, I love me some classic rock. And then there is (classic) gangsta rap. I can’t get enough. Tu Pac? Bring it. Biggie? Yup. Dr. Dre? You can’t forget about him. Wu-tang? In concert (caveat: they opened for Rage). NWA? Not just a defunct airline. The list goes on…I’ve been known to bust it in the car like Michael Bolton in Office Space.
So back to Snoop. Turns out, I married a guy who also loves him some gangsta rap (thank god!). We used to pour some out for our homies on the weekends, you know, to celebrate. In college I was also known to join in on Phat 40 Night. You know, get a 40 oz. of some kind of nastay beer and drink it out of the paper bag it came in (or in my case, do your best until it gets all warm and gross then hand it off to someone else). Classy. A good friend of mine always got Colt .45 because, hey, there’s an extra 5 in it. That’s how she rolled. We like to have a good time.
La Di Da Di, we likes to party.
These days, we’re a little more refined in the way we celebrate and have fun in general–a good thing. We had dinner with our friends last week at Waterloo & City to celebrate our friend’s recent job promotion. The meal was surprisingly good but I must admit: everything I ate had some truffle oil on it. How can you go wrong with all that truffle business?
Our friends, A and E split a Caesar salad and then had the chicken for 2. It was enormous. They took most of it home but said they really enjoyed it.
I got the sunchoke soup with a piece of bacon (that I gave to hubs) and truffle oil. For my main I got a salad with truffle vinagarette.
The burratta was like buttah. Eaten with the truffle vinagarette was pretty heavenly. I barely shared my dish.
Hubs ordered the wild mushroom truffle pizza to share (SO good!) then went way outside his normal ordering schema and got the Sea Bass. Wtf? Who is this man anyways? I was so proud of him for venturing outside of the usual. Granted, there was chorizo in this particular dish but still. Turns out it was good that the chorizo was there because the fish was not fantastic.
I think we’d both consider trying this restaurant again. It wasn’t nearly as ‘too cool for school’ vibed than I thought it would be. And that was refreshing for this homie.
Yeah, tic toc and you don’t stop and to the ah, tic toc and you don’t quit…beeeyotch!
Hopefully this will help extract the song from constant replay in my head. How do you get songs out of your mind?
Don’t I look totally gangsta in my snow-wear?
Guess where we’re going? It’s a bit of a secret but I can’t wait to tell you all about it!