The service was perfect. The food was good (mine was, anyway). The decor was funky (in a good way). There were doors. And yet….
Charlie and I were out and about last Thursday, and he wanted to eat somewhere we hadn’t been before. That isn’t because he’s adventurous, it’s because he didn’t like anywhere we’ve been before.
Walkin’ along, la la la. I kind of wanted to go here.
It’s the Floyd County Brewing Company. I’ve now looked up the menu and I really wish we had gone here. It looks great, varied, affordable (for a treat), and with lots of stuff either of us would love. The menu is hella funny, too. Plus, there’s this in front:
But we would have had to cross the street, and Charlie was in an I-don’t-want-to-cross-the-street-to-eat mood. Oh, before I stop looking across the street, here was a thing to chain your bike to:
I’m getting to the doors. Hold your horses, as my grandpa used to say.
So this was right on the corner where we were.
So we decided to check it out.
The Exchange in New Albany. Yes, that says Maple Glazed Salad. Because this restaurant is not just pretentious, this restaurant is like Walt Disney’s PretentionLand. This is where other pretentious restaurants go for training. See, it’s a gastropub. I did a search for “What the fuck is a gastropub” and learned that gastropub means “a bar and restaurant that serves high-end beer and food”.
It’s like self-consciously cool and self-consciously upscale at the same time. As I said, I had no complaints about it whatsoever; the staff were warmly friendly and welcoming. It was just kind of ostentatiously what it was. Does that make any sense?
ANYWAY, doors. Doors and lights. And food.
Here’s another one-liner for you:
The waitress told Charlie he could have fries or he could have frites. He said, “Excuse me, what?” I said,
“She says you can have fries, or you can have fancy-ass fries.”
He chose the fancy-ass fries, and they were the best thing of all the things.
While we were in there, it started pouring down rain. I mean it was bucketing down. So we waited inside until it slacked off, and I snapped my favorite picture of the day.
I love the way it looks like there are lights in the tree, but it’s just the reflection of the chandelier.
Thursday Doors is the brainchild of Norm Frampton, photographer extraordinaire. Visit his site, enjoy his photographs, click on the blue frog link, and enter a world of doors.
A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: A character makes a decision because of something as random as not feeling like crossing the street.