I know I have a million striped shirts, but....

This is the one I want to put on!!!!

A Roasted Chicken Evening

Last night: Dinner at the always-fanciful Walter Foods with Mike, Kelli, and Chris in a belated attempt at celebrating M's 33rd year. Since there was a fall chill in the air (which I'm savoring, btw, even as the whipping winds seeped through my thin trench coat), I opted for a nicely herbed roast chicken with greens and the most savory mushrooms this (seasoned) tongue has ever tasted. I mean, these things had a meaty afterglow! We started with a few oysters (and, quite possibly, my first ever birthday oyster toast. Hopefully more to follow), and perfectly battered/fried popcorn shrimp, which brought forth tales of Red Lobster, prompting us to ponder why children in the '80s (at least ones raised in the Metro Detroit area) seemed to equate the Lobster with high-class dining.

I started, of course, with a Bramble at the bar. It was lovely, if a little heavy on the gin, of which I won't complain. Dessert was twofold: a chocolate banana bread pudding and cobbler with plums. I almost came in my skirt. In all seriousness my love of desserts is a bit embarrassing at times; not trying to be "quirky" or cute at all here—I just really love sugar.

M sweetly offered to drive me back to the Heights, but I wanted to stop by Spoonbill to browse, pet the cats, and perhaps pick up the new Lorrie Moore. Sadly, it was closed, so I boarded the L and rode home listening to The Kinks. No drunks harassed me on the walk to my building, and I even got a seat on the 2 train! All in all, a really perfect evening.