Last night, I went with friends for dinner trying out the newest restaurant on South Beach, The Burger and Beer Joint. Hoby, Christina, Ricky and I and tried to get a table (they haven't even officially opened) and there was an hour wait. We headed to the sports bar attached and ordered some appetizers. Out came a bucket of pickle chips (fried pickles) and the most delicious wings I have ever tasted.
Soon enough, our table was ready. The white tablecloths were paper and there was a cup of crayons in the middle. Our waiter came over to greet us and get our drink order. I guess I was a little flirty (he was super cute) and Hoby thought this was hilarious. Ricky offered to get me a date with him (he seems to think he is able to do this with any guy I think is good looking). To hurry things along, Hoby decided to get up and write on the corner of the table the following message:
When I tried to rip it off, Ricky, on my other side protected this drawing with his life. We fought over it for almost 15 minutes until we were all laughing so hard, we had to stop. Lucky for me, our waiter took a while to come back and I conveniently put my wet beer bottle on it to mess it up a bit-so embarassing...
We ordered all different cheeseburgers and fries, everything looked so good. The favorite was zuchinni fries and duck fat fries, sounds gross, but very tasty. The menu is actually like a hamburger bar with every offering imaginable.
We had a blast and I am so looking forward to going back. Next time I won't eat lunch beacuse I was full when we left-talk about food coma.
When I got home, I continued my clean sweep of anything sitting out. My Mom arrives tomorrow afternoon with my new dresser, so it will look great when she gets there.