Oh yeah, I forgot to blog my dad’s 50th birthday. :)
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, DAD!
we didn’t do anything too special to celebrate his big day. we did a “Lu Family Bowling Day” at Cloverleaf, where the “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon” team of my sister and me (she’s the dragon, I’m the tiger… we are team CTHD because we will pounce when least expected! muhuhahah!) proceeded to tie team Super Parents twice, and lose by ten points twice. So much for truth in advertising.
Dinner at the Equinox in San Francisco was less than expected. The company was good.. but I hink everyone was sort on in a “blah” mood. we were all very tired from bowling all day. my ribs are kind of acting up now. =\ I guess I strained them a little.
Anyway, back to dinner. Here’s a mini-review:
Equinox in San Francisco: every major city needs a restaurant atop a hotel that turns to give “great panoramic views of the city.” Equinox is San Francisco’s offering, and while its novelty is unchallenged, its quality as a restaurant is quite disappointing. The first thing that hinted at sad things to come was the poor service. Our waiter made no effort to introduce himself.. and half the time he wasn’t paying attention to us anyway. When the waiter came by to offer us drinks, he carded me when I ordered a strawberry daquiri, ignoring my father’s protests. The conversation went like this:
Waiter: What would you like to drink?
Dad: [insert dad’s order for wine for parents] Pearl, do you want anything? some champagne or something?
Waiter: Sure, we have some virgin drinks for you. Would you like some sprite? Virgin strawberry daquiris, margaritas…
Me: I’ll have a strawberry daquiri, not-virgin please.
Waiter: do you have ID?
Dad: yeah, she’s 21, she has ID. [chuckles] don’t worry, she can order something!
Pearl: yeah, I have ID.
Waiter: Well, can I see it? [semi-dirty look]
Pearl: sure thing!! [busts out driver’s license.]
Waiter: [kind of miffed, but he nods] ok, I’ll bring that right over.
Several things about this: First off, it’s a really really tacky thing to card in a nice restaurant where you’re paying upwards of $30/entree. Second of all, I’m with family. Would parents really support underage drinking in public? Third of all, my DAD was protesting, and the waiter completely ignored him. -shakes head- Shame on him~!! To be fair, I understand why he did card me.. I know, I look really really young! but.. damn! over parental protest! that takes a pretty good measure of density.
The rest of the night went somewhat better. I don’t know why I ordered the prime rib; I really can’t eat that much meat anymore, especially in portions that massive. >_
