This is not a vegetarian friendly entry (not that all ya’ll aren’t welcome).
House of Prime Rib was awesome! Much more hoppin’ than I would have expected on a Wednesday night at 8:30pm. The place was packed. Real nice joint. Olde World San Francisco style, lots of charm, and leather booths. We got a nice intimate one that unfortunately happened to be squashed up the backside of a large party crammed onto a four seater table. But they left half way through our meal, and once the cocktails were served, we were too happy to care.
Our order was taken by a cordial version of Steven Wright. “How are we doing tonight folks. I’m Michael, I’ll be your waiter for this evening. Are you ready to have some fun, tonight? Good. We’re going introduce you to your carver “Jose” later on (Jose, was also busing tables when he wasn’t hauling the “Airstream” around) but right now can I get some more drinks?”
Rum & Coke and a Gin & Tonic please.
“Comin’ riiight up. Ok, let’s Rock and Roll!”
Nice cocktails by the way. Old Skool style as well. My Rum ‘n’ Coke was pure high quality rum on the rocks with a squirt of coke for color. Mr. Kallisti was real happy with his G & T as well. We had two of each. Mmmmm.
Now, the deal with HoPR is that there is one item on the menu, that is Prime Rib , and that is it. You get five choices of cut, salad, creamed spinach and choice of mashed or baked potato. Now I’d heard that the “Henry VIII” cut was the thing to get. What I didn’t know is that this cut is two inches thick and on the bone, baby. They wheel the Airstream Trailer of Meat (terminology swavely stolen from Swingingwake) over to your table and serve you up the cut and done-ness of your choice. I usually go for medium rare, because although I like bloody, some people’s idea of bloody is still cold in the middle (*cough* Dad). I was a bit disappointed though that their medium rare was more medium than rare. But fear not! You get seconds. Yes indeedy. They inform you when you order that you may have seconds. Normally I would have no need to partake, but since I didn’t get my bloody, we partook. It was a very delicate lady-like slice, thank goodness. But oh so delish.
The salad was generous, but blah. The creamed spinach was very good, yummy even. They really know how to make even the vegetables bad for you in this joint. The mashed taters were divine with just a sploosh of dark rich gravy pooled in the middle.
Oh! And after they plop this 15lb cut of prime rib in front of you, he wheels in another Cart of Sauce. You have three choices of horseradish, mild, medium and hot. I picked medium and OH BOY, was I lucky! He put a big icecream scoop of hot pink whipped horseradish flavored butter on my plate, that turned the meat juices into a frothy pink yummy mess. This stuff was scary AND tasted good. Yay. Mr. Kallisti, who’s sole reason to eat sushi is to get a big mouthful of wasabi, asked for the spicy horseradish. After the initial blast and teary deluge he stated “This is horseradish the way God intended.”
We ate a lot. Oh, and then had a whole pan of Crème Broulee. Dumb Americans, crème broulee is supposed to come in these little egg cups. You have a tiny spoon, crack the top, have a deliciously fat saturated bite and then you’re done! Yay. Well, no. Their Crème was about seven inches in diameter, and pure heaven in every inch. Damn them. We shared and I still couldn’t eat my half.
Oh, and on a side note, I’d like very much to introduce you to our new kitten: Biscuit Lafitte! (“biscuit” pronounced “biskwee” when we’re frisky) Click below for cuteness. He’s got the damnedest habit of holding down your face and forcibly inserting his tongue into every oriface on your head. I haven’t quite figured out the purpose of this yet.
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eep. The kitten is creeping into my heart. Not helped by the fact that he looks like Zman’s bastard child. I talked to Shannon this morning. And he’s a boy, very tiny, cream with faint orange tabby stripes and a grey tail and he was rescued from the wild kitty menagerie in the yard next to hers. Zman is a siamese blue point with very faint tabby stripes.
Shannon is going out of town and said we could babysit Junior for three days. I really was not planning on getting a cat. But he’s sooooo sweet. We shall see. We’ll pick him up tomorrow.
friends sending me pictures of adoptable kittens. EVIL. *cry* I want kitty.
Anyone in the Bay Area who wants to adopt this rescued adorable kitten let me know. From experienced kitten wrangler!
Just got back from the vet. Doc brought Fluffy in and she could barely hold her head up. He explained a lot of mumbo jumbo but it basically comes down to that she was suffering from liver failure most likely due to eating poison. Once the liver stopped functioning that is when she would have started exhibiting the neurological damage. She’d gone into shock, her eyes were permanently dilated. I told him what we’d found out by talking to neighbors
and he said while analyzing her condition that it fits very well with how sick she was. He said he’d tried some very aggressive treatment to bring her around with no luck.
We agreed she needed to be put down. Poor kitty. He waived a lot of the fees except for labwork etc and said we’d done the right thing and handed me a tissue.
What creeps me out the most is there is someone living around here who thinks it is ok to poison small furry animals.
I am so wrecked.
Well, we spent the lunch hour passing out flyers on the 3 blocks on our street. We’ll hit the neighboring street later so we can get some work done *wink*. Met some lovely neighbors, including one who lives in my favorite jordan almond green bungalow. She looked just like Ann Miller from “Mulholland Drive” and was the sweetest thing. She said she would have been doing the same thing and was very appreciative that we were such “good kids” (snort). I love her.
Down the other block though we heard some unsettling news from neighbors. Apparently there was a cat lady in one of the apartment buildings and the landlord told her to get rid of them. Instead of turning the beasties into a shelter or rescue agency she just stopped feeding them and threw them outside. I’m fearing that someone might have then put out poison. One neighbor said she would talk to the lady and see if she recognized Fluffy. I told her it was ok if she didn’t want her, but we’d like to know we can stop searching. Hopefully the news from the vet will be better tomorrow.
Zoink! Just as I was writing this a nice gent called to figure out if it was his cat that he lost a month ago. No go, she was a tabby. But he said he thinks he’s seen Fluffy on the block in the last week and she looked healthy. Keeps looking more and more like poison.
So I was sitting her at home processing spam (for work) and feeling bad for kitty when I realized I was surrounded by kitten love.
Zman, my ole lady, will only sleep under my desk now, to be as close to me as possible, so we moved her bed there. Pekoe’s favorite spot is the pullout on the big wooden desk next to me and he will climb all over me and my chair until I pull it out. They’ve both been sleeping here with me while I work for the last two hours. *sniff* Love your kitty today.
(please excuse the messy desk, cringe!)
I called a couple rescue centers and the nice lady said I’m doing all the right things. But they made it pretty clear that if she isn’t healthy she’ll be put down.
Mr. Kallisti and I were pulling out of the drive way this morning when I noticed a wee tortoise shell kitty on the lawn. Then I noticed that she was trying to walk but kept falling over. I asked Mr. Kallisti to stop and we watched her for a minute and after walking in circles and falling over several times she just laid down on the grass.
Uh oh. Sick kitty. So we idled and got out to take a look at her. She tried to run but couldn’t, kept falling. She’s the cutest little orangish torty, with big big eyes. I told Mr. Kallisti to go get the cat carrier. We woke up all our immediate neighbors to no avail but lots of sympathy and came to the collective conclusion she wasn’t one of the usual strays we see around. So off we went to our vet hospital.
Vet says she’s suffering from some kind of head trauma. Either something she ate like poison, brain tumor or she fell and hit her head. She can’t walk straight and she keeps trying to stand on her head and her eyes are flicking. No other broken bones or injuries except she’s obviously been out for a few days as she’s dehydrated and her spine is boney. Poor kitty! So they’re gonna keep her overnight while we flyer the neighborhood to try and find her parents.
She’s a gorgeous li’l froofy fluff. Pray for kitty.
It does so have some thing to do with Volks Dolls! Zman, my ancient and cranky bluepoint, is wearing a black Dollfie Plus wig.