I May Not Need to Eat Again for at Least a Week
Mr. Husband and I had the extreme fortune of spending this evening at Pittsburgh Magazine's Best Restaurants Party. Let me just say, OH! EM! GEE! I may never recover from the awesome.
Imagine, if you will, a party all about food. Beautiful, wondrous food. Once you cough up your ticket, you are released into a room filled with all-you-can-eat magic. It was like going to Ponderosa and eating all that you want, except that instead of green beans that are so old and mushy your great-grandma doesn't need to put her teeth in to jaw them suckers, there are handmade marshmallows in five fabulous flavors that you GET TO DIP IN CHOCOLATE. (If ever five words deserved all caps, those are the words. Trust me.) Instead of cafeteria style pizza made with Bisquick and ketchup, there is The Very Best Pizza You've Ever Eaten In Your Whole Life. (All hail Mineo's, yo.) Instead of a glow-in-the-dark orange-tinted "ice cream" glopping out of a machine that roars when you look at it, there is this carrot cake that can only be described as Heaven On Earth.
All you can eat, but SPECTACULAR.
And don't even get me started about all the beer and wine and sangria and vodka and margaritas. Oh, never mind, go ahead and get me started. Because Beer! and Wine! and Sangria! and Vodka! and Margaritas! Mmmhmmm.
The second Mr. Husband and I walked through the door, his eyes started darting to and fro. While I am a cautious eater, he is a Destroyer. All night long, I wished I had a leash for him because he was like a ninja, darting off to grab more food and drink at a table over there, but then magically reappearing over here. One second he was eating some sort of tuna taco thingy over yonder, the next he was trying to make me look at the cow tongue or whatever he was inhaling.
It was dizzying.
Fortunately, there is a cure for a case of the Husband is Spinning Around the Room Like a Tasmanian Devil Dizzies. That cure is called chocolate chip cheesecake.
I officially believe all things Pittsburgh Magazine are made of unicorns and glitter and rainbows and funnel cakes.
Actually, that was the only thing missing from the party. Funnel cake.
Well, that, and a leash for the husband.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Reader Comments (16)
I'll note, for the record, I did try to point you toward chocolate.
Would you believe my job in high school was making funnel cakes? It was...I can totally set you up;)
@Woy--You did, indeed. I got distracted by the 1235341230495 other amazing things that were between that pointing finger and the chocolate.
It was fantastic. Some of our favorite people gathered together and enjoying endless amounts of froo-froo food, beer, sweets, and vodka. After watching LOST last night I was pretty sure that we were actually all dead and gathered together in some kind of heavenly afterlife. If heaven really exists, it will likely allow us to consume tuna tacos and those white chocolate/peanut butter things until the end of time.
I call Not Fair! at making me read about all of that very yummy food when it's breakfasttime. Now I am going to be sitting here for 8 hours thinking about how hungry I am and what I should eat for dinner (and dessert and after dinner snack and late snack and drinks...).
Why didn't you email me and say, "GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE?" I mean, I know I don't normally like chocolate but I DO like to dip things into it. I'm weird that way. Carrot cake, however, would have killed me. CINNAMONZ OF DOOMZ.
Great! Now I'll have to have my husband pick up a Mineo's pizza on his way home. "Cold" is better than "not at all", right?
@The Mommy--There is no wrong way to eat Mineo's. It's a fact.
I think you just described my idea of heaven.
Weird that you mentioned Mineo's and not Yo RITA! I mean, Mineos is good or whatever, but....
Also, the participating restaurant list reads a little but like a crazy person's food diary, especially this::
Eat 'n Park • Eleven
I mean, Eat n Park & Eleven are allowed at the same event?? That just seems wrong.
@Jess--Eat 'n Park (and Panera) seemed very out of place, 'tis true. However, fresh Grilled Sticky Buns? ZOMG. I wouldn't have believed how good they could be if I hadn't had one. Or two. Or maybe three. I'm not sure because I sort of lost count.
Sounds yummy! I love events like that.
I could not be let loose in a room like that, especially right now while doing South Beach. I'd probably send myself straight into a food coma. Glad you had fun though! :D
Now that sounds like an event that is right up my alley. I would love to eat myself into a food coma, wait I think that I have. ;)
There is only one question you left unanswered... HOW did you score those tickets?! That sounds like my kind of party!
Seriously? You can make marshmallows from scratch?