Once a month, the church girls leave the kids with their husbands, and we all meet up for dinner and drinks. I'm starting to think our ladies nights align with free nugget night at Chick-Fil-A. I'll have to check my zodiac calendar, or maybe just the billboard outside Chick-Fil-A. But right now, it's only a conspiracy theory of mine. I also have a theory on the differences between Chick-Fil-A's nuggets and strips, but I'll save that for later. It's likely to blow your mind.
Last night, our group met up at Windrush Grill in Provenance. Most of us had never been there before, and it was really a charming little spot. Our table was located next to a fireplace, and I strategically selected the seat right in front of it. I chill easily, something I attribute to poor blood circulation and results in Ty telling me I'm not eating enough iron. Thank you, Husband MD. Of course, sitting so close to the fire, I was frying like a pork cracklin by the time the soup arrived. Thankfully, I didn't order any soup or I may have suffered a heat stroke.
I looked over the menu to discover a list of classic cocktails that you don't see featured on most restaurant menus these days, such as The Gimlet. Sitting next to the cozy fire in a warm, inviting restaurant stirred something within me, and before I knew it, I was ordering an Old Fashioned.
Truthfully, I didn't even know what the hell it was, but it sounded nice and classic and something that young people just don't appreciate these days.
It tasted like fruit cake in a glass. And for the record, I think fruit cake is wretched. Now I know why these drinks aren't typically on menus these days. But being a true connoisseur, I managed to suck it down all the while learning a valuable lesson. Stick with what you know, kid.
Our dinner was delicious. If you go to Windrush, order the au gratin potatoes just so you can see what they look like. It's a masterpiece. Although, I believe that about most dishes involving cheese and potatoes.
The evening was filled with laughter and all the girls brought gifts for The Blancher Family and their soon-to-arrive second son, Evan. To think, just a few years ago none of these women were a part of my life. What a treasure I was missing out on. I've learned so much through them (mostly, valuable information on motherhood), I've laughed a lot with them, and we're all watching life evolve together.
I'm a former journalist turned marketer of concrete. I still type a lot. Other than that, I'm married to an oilman, the owner of a mini-schnauzer named Baxter and a lab named Lacy, chef to anyone with an appetite and a connoisseur of $10 wines.