Life as Jacob

Sometimes the best thing for a bad day is food. Dusty and I headed over the river to Rock’s Italian Grill for a little emotional soul food.

After a nice belated birthday dinner, I headed over to the homemade ice cream and pie kitchen. They have some great stuff.

I must give props to Jerry and Stacy for indulging me in on a food safari.

Tonight we went to a restaurant on Bardstown road called Ramsi’s on the World. It’s a nifty little place with a good atmosphere of vintage artwork and strange collections.  They have a patio for those who dare brave the environment of Louisville and two indoor seating areas with an eclectic assortment of chairs and tables.

The menu is about as far away from cheeseburgers and fries as you can get.  I don’t get to eat there very often so a birthday dinner sounded good when it left my lips.  Then, as my voice electronically traveled the 30 miles to my gift givers, I heard a collective sigh.  This is generally a, “Shit, where’s Jacob dragging us now?”

Stacy and Jerry arived just a few minutes after I was seated.  I had already ordered some Foccacia which the waitress sat down on the table with our drinks.  At this point my goal should have been to take out my iPhone and snap a picture of the looks in their faces.  One would have thought the bread, covered in diverse cheeses and spice, was a chopped up platypus on a plate.

The menu, although extensive, was to hold no prize for my company.  Although they had both seen the online version, each gawked at what creations were printed on it’s laminated sheets.  Desperately searching for something close to the edges of a box, Stacy ordered chips and salsa while Jerry went for something similar to a cheeseburger.

As we waited for the main course to escape from the kitchen, we amused ourselves with some fanticiful backstories to for the people around us.  The couple to my 7 o’clock caused Stacy some problems.  We both discussed the possibilities of the older man being gay and eating with his son or a younger man having a gay sugar daddy.  Both possibilities were fun.  Stacy kept saying the younger man was straight and I could see he was gay.  Stacy argued with me on this point, but could give evidence to the contrary.

When the food was placed on the table by our lesbian watiress with a Zorro haircut, I was the only one who had eager tastebuds.  Stacy took a bite of salsa and snarled her lip at it’s temprature.  Jerry disected the bun before him to get to the beef patty in it’s doughy depts.  My eggplant parmesan was hot and delicious.

You can’t blame me for liking what I like.  My expirence at Ramsi’s was good and I will likely return.  Stacy and Jerry on the otherhand will be avoiding this quiant spot in our fair city like the plague.  I was good of them to brave this new world of cusine for me on my birthday, which is why they are both good friends.

I don’t know what it is about this small blob of peanut butter and chocolate, but it’s damn great! More than any other Reese’s product, the Peanut Butter egg is the perfect blend of sugar, wax, and candy coating. The chocolate is in perfect harmony with the peanut.

Reese’s makes other products with roughly the same measurement of peanut butter and chocolate such as the Big Cup and Reese’s Pieces. They just don’t have the same taste as this magical little concoction. Amazing.

Ok, here’s one for you. “I told you so” only feels good when said screw up doesn’t agree with you. If at any point they say, “[your name here], I should have listened to you. You were right and I will know better next time,” you’re completely screwed! It completely takes the fun out of “I told you so.”

Also, if you get the chance, stop by Qdoba and get some breakfast. You haven’t had a breakfast burrito until you’ve had one from Qdoba. They put potatoes, queso, sauce, and cheese in there with some sour cream and roll it up in a soft burrito. It’s freakin’ great.