Before leaving I polished off the last of the veggie soup Abe had made…
…and a piece of black bean brownie…
Another lovely frock courtesy of DressGoddess.com. I added my own little velour jacket that I got at a boutique on Melrose:
With “The People I’ve Slept With” -
The screening was sold out so I gave my comp tix to Christy and Jeff so they could see it. Look who I ran into outside!
Poor Christy had to wait in this crazy line, which we could see from across the street at dinner.
I’ve actually eaten at their other restaurants a bunch of times, but have never ordered their turkey burger, or had it on a bowl of greens without a bun. In the interest of keeping my borrowed dress clean, that’s how I got it last night – their smallest size, with grilled pineapple, black bean/corn salsa, cucumbers, tomatoes, and no cheese.
The restaurant was packed, and we waited a long time (over 30 minutes) for our food. Not that it mattered, because we had a lot of time to kill while waiting for the screening to be over.
When the food arrived, it was a lot prettier than when I started chopping everything up and dousing it with 1/3 of the Dijon Balsamic Dressing:
I don’t know if I’ve become a burger snob after eating at Umami so many times, but this meal at the Counter wasn’t the greatest. The meat was pretty dry, the veggies were just meh, and every time my bowl moved around (which was a lot because I kept cutting stuff up) it reminded me of when I’m feeding a toddler – it made that same plastic-hitting-the-table sound; not the most pleasurable dining experience.
I was still hungry so we split an order of sweet potato fries, which I took turns dipping in the horseradish mayo that it came with and some ketchup.
These came out quickly and were delicious so I still left happy – the entire meal actually kept me satisfied the rest of the evening and I didn’t need my usual pre-bedtime snack. I’ve had plenty of great experiences at The Counter before so I won’t hold it against them – I’ll just stick to the grass-fed, hormone-free cow and eat it on a bun like I normally do.
Sweet tooth satisfaction and supplements, which I carry around in an old Altoids gum tin -
Back at the DGA I stuck around for the Q&A…
…but I skipped out on most of the after-party, which was very crowded and hot. If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know I’m not a party animal at all…
…I mean, I came home and started reading this:
When I was in high school I was never allowed to go out and often buried myself in these books as consolation. Now I’m voluntarily choosing to read them in lieu of attending parties I’m invited to. My how things have changed/stayed the same.
I recently did an interview (which you can watch Part 1 of here and Part 2 also) where I talk about my “strict” upbringing with my parents – had I known everything I do now, adolescence would’ve been a lot more tolerable. But of course, that’s part of life – learning from your mistakes and repeating them too. I don’t regret any of it – going through less-than-stellar experiences doesn’t piss me off anymore, in fact, nothing really irks me like it used to – certainly not mediocre burgers, anyway.