Sean's Take
On a cold, drizzly Saturday night the Whiff and I decided to have a dinner and a movie at Shreveport's Robinson Film Center. Parking was a little hectic for a slow night, we had to circle the block three times just to find an illegal spot to park in. After thanking the handicapped for the parking space we made our way in. Now let me tell you folks, finding your way in this place takes a GPS, a hound-dog, and a damned good map. After ending up in the boiler room for the third time I cried uncle and asked for help. With a smug, petty look on his face, the ticket- taker showed us the way; turns out we would need the help of this guide several times throughout the night.
Upstairs we went to the bistro. Quickly after being seated we were offered drinks- which was good because not only am I an alcoholic, but parched as a mother-fucker from the hike around the place. Five beers later and twenty dollars in debt I was ready to read the menu. Goat cheese- and a lot of it. Do they have goats in the basement? Seriously, half the fucking menu is goat cheese. At first I thought I was at my Grandpappy's in the Appalachian mountains, but, no- the goat cheese is "sophisticated". So I get a salad with goat cheese and phyllo dough. Turns out to be pretty good. The wife gets pork medallions that are dynamite, and she is drinking wine (AKA I'm getting laid tonight). The food was good, staff very good, price....too high, just not worth 70 bucks gang.
Time for the movie. We order a cheesecake (goat cheese?) and coffee with booze to go. First thing I notice is there are no children in this movie theater, which is good because it is a porn flick. We find our seats and I take off my flip-flops and torn T-shirt to get comfortable. MMMMMMM, cheesecake! Not this fucking time! My first bite and I think I am eating chalk. I want cheese in my cheesecake and I didn't get it (or did I, Mr. Goat?). The coffee? I was hoping to keep my buzz going throughout the movie but was let down. My ten dollar coffee tasted like a Circle K day-old coffee with not nearly enough liquor poured in. The movie? Turns out the movie was Dr. Something with Heath Ledger. The first part of the movie was drowned out from the music upstairs at the "Party Room". Not that I really cared because the movie was not that good.
The down and dirty: Cool atmosphere, good food, fun times...next time though I'll skip the spendy meal.
Upstairs we went to the bistro. Quickly after being seated we were offered drinks- which was good because not only am I an alcoholic, but parched as a mother-fucker from the hike around the place. Five beers later and twenty dollars in debt I was ready to read the menu. Goat cheese- and a lot of it. Do they have goats in the basement? Seriously, half the fucking menu is goat cheese. At first I thought I was at my Grandpappy's in the Appalachian mountains, but, no- the goat cheese is "sophisticated". So I get a salad with goat cheese and phyllo dough. Turns out to be pretty good. The wife gets pork medallions that are dynamite, and she is drinking wine (AKA I'm getting laid tonight). The food was good, staff very good, price....too high, just not worth 70 bucks gang.
Time for the movie. We order a cheesecake (goat cheese?) and coffee with booze to go. First thing I notice is there are no children in this movie theater, which is good because it is a porn flick. We find our seats and I take off my flip-flops and torn T-shirt to get comfortable. MMMMMMM, cheesecake! Not this fucking time! My first bite and I think I am eating chalk. I want cheese in my cheesecake and I didn't get it (or did I, Mr. Goat?). The coffee? I was hoping to keep my buzz going throughout the movie but was let down. My ten dollar coffee tasted like a Circle K day-old coffee with not nearly enough liquor poured in. The movie? Turns out the movie was Dr. Something with Heath Ledger. The first part of the movie was drowned out from the music upstairs at the "Party Room". Not that I really cared because the movie was not that good.
The down and dirty: Cool atmosphere, good food, fun times...next time though I'll skip the spendy meal.
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