One Elf Burger, Please

I’ve just decided to put this picture from our San Jose trip a couple of weekends ago at the top my blog because I don’t think it’s getting enough holiday love. Elf burgers! Ha ha ha! (It’s possible that I find this more funny than anyone else does, and I’m willing to acknowledge that.)

Last night’s trip to Boulevard was great. We had a fantastic time. We had some champagne, we had some wine, we had some fancy appetizers and tasty entrees, we had a yummy cheese course and a couple of over the top desserts that had little white chocolate signs on them that said “Happy Anniversary.” Our wallets got significantly lighter. A woman complimented K.’s dress. A well-dressed gentlemen told me I had a great scarf. We people watched — an older woman who sat in the bar by herself did crossword puzzles in the newspaper and ordered the $44 lamb chops; the May-December couple next to us paid in cash, and spent less than we did.

The only downside to the evening happened before we left the house, when I broke my beloved Screwpull wine opener trying to get a solid synthetic “cork” out of a bottle of wine. Damn those plastic corks! If real cork isn’t the answer, I say go the screw-off route. I may be able to salvage the Screwpull, if the Crazy Glue holds.