Last night...
Apr. 15th, 2005 09:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lsandersonLast night as part of the continued plotting to take over the world, 
Laura Jean, Daedala, David, and I went to Mojito, at 4656 Excelsior Blvd, St Louis Park, MN 55416, (952) 922-6656.
Thanks to an intercontinental conference call, we arrived shortly before 8:00 pm, and had to wait for a table. The wait seemed to be thematic, and it would continue on through the rest of the meal. We waited at the bar, and after a bit, we had four stools at the bar. Laura Jean ordered an apricot martini, and I ordered a glass of red wine. Then, they asked us to close the bar tab and move to the table. The bartender, who had commented on the 100,000 VND through which David was peering, said he would transfer my glass to the table's bill. (The bartender said he'd gone to Vietnam after it opened to tourists, bought a motorcycle and spent a couple of months touring the country. I praised him on his bravery driving a bike there.) Anyway, I walked the glass of wine to the table, but the bill never made it.
At the table, we waited. Finally, the waiter, in passing, said he'd be back real soon. Three of us ordered the strolling carnivor's dream, and David ordered the pork chop. We waited. Then we got salad, bread, and then we waited some more. The salad was good, self-serve from a bowl where the waiter tossed it. The bread was kinda hush-puppy, not bad, not not much to write home about. I think cheese was claimed as an ingredient in the bread, but it may have been velveta for all the bite and flavor it added.
At some point, David's pork chop and the plates for the rest of us arrived. Three sauces appeared as well, which did not get much used. Two red, one hot, one mildly hot, and a green sauce. Good for dry meat, but not much to make the mouth sing.
Finally, they started arriving with the meat. The nice rare leg o' lamb that I'd seen go past earlier, arrived rewarmed and rather overdone. They carve, you tong. It's all you can eat meat, along with greasy deep fried bananas, a potato mix (sweet and regular), and polenta. (A word to the wise, if you go, go early.) A beef, which was quite nice followed the overdone lamb, and I should have gotten more of it, but, heck, there's 10 more meats to go. Two flavors of BBQ chicken wings came by, which were skewered on swords and quite tasty, and a woefully overdone salmon with a spicy topcoating. (A fresh salmon made a late appearance, which was cooked almost perfectly.) In no particular order, overdone beef filet also on swords, the pork arrived late with pineapple. The pork was overdone, the pineapple was excellent -- much harder to dry out. The waiter had screwed up and told us they were doing sausages, and after we asked, the kitchen put some on for us. Daedala declared them the best of the bunch. I think the bacon wrapped turkey was the last dish that made it to us before we stopped. We seemed to be about the only table left in the restaurant doing the dinner. Several of the staff stopped at our table during the meal to ask if we needed anything. The waiter was often not to be found. (He took my wine glass and didn't ask if I wanted more.. a unique experience in a restaurant.) David liked his pork chop.
The waiter appeared, offered desert, which we delcined and then reappeated with the bill after some little wait, and we were going to split it amongst three credit cards. And then we waited. We commented on how many times he'd walk by without stopping.
We drove Daedala home, and then I put Laura Jean and David to sleep with vacation pictures for a while.
And, at $7.75 for a watered down mint julip made with rum and lime, I did not have a mojito.
Laura Jean, Daedala, David, and I went to Mojito, at 4656 Excelsior Blvd, St Louis Park, MN 55416, (952) 922-6656. Thanks to an intercontinental conference call, we arrived shortly before 8:00 pm, and had to wait for a table. The wait seemed to be thematic, and it would continue on through the rest of the meal. We waited at the bar, and after a bit, we had four stools at the bar. Laura Jean ordered an apricot martini, and I ordered a glass of red wine. Then, they asked us to close the bar tab and move to the table. The bartender, who had commented on the 100,000 VND through which David was peering, said he would transfer my glass to the table's bill. (The bartender said he'd gone to Vietnam after it opened to tourists, bought a motorcycle and spent a couple of months touring the country. I praised him on his bravery driving a bike there.) Anyway, I walked the glass of wine to the table, but the bill never made it.
At the table, we waited. Finally, the waiter, in passing, said he'd be back real soon. Three of us ordered the strolling carnivor's dream, and David ordered the pork chop. We waited. Then we got salad, bread, and then we waited some more. The salad was good, self-serve from a bowl where the waiter tossed it. The bread was kinda hush-puppy, not bad, not not much to write home about. I think cheese was claimed as an ingredient in the bread, but it may have been velveta for all the bite and flavor it added.
At some point, David's pork chop and the plates for the rest of us arrived. Three sauces appeared as well, which did not get much used. Two red, one hot, one mildly hot, and a green sauce. Good for dry meat, but not much to make the mouth sing.
Finally, they started arriving with the meat. The nice rare leg o' lamb that I'd seen go past earlier, arrived rewarmed and rather overdone. They carve, you tong. It's all you can eat meat, along with greasy deep fried bananas, a potato mix (sweet and regular), and polenta. (A word to the wise, if you go, go early.) A beef, which was quite nice followed the overdone lamb, and I should have gotten more of it, but, heck, there's 10 more meats to go. Two flavors of BBQ chicken wings came by, which were skewered on swords and quite tasty, and a woefully overdone salmon with a spicy topcoating. (A fresh salmon made a late appearance, which was cooked almost perfectly.) In no particular order, overdone beef filet also on swords, the pork arrived late with pineapple. The pork was overdone, the pineapple was excellent -- much harder to dry out. The waiter had screwed up and told us they were doing sausages, and after we asked, the kitchen put some on for us. Daedala declared them the best of the bunch. I think the bacon wrapped turkey was the last dish that made it to us before we stopped. We seemed to be about the only table left in the restaurant doing the dinner. Several of the staff stopped at our table during the meal to ask if we needed anything. The waiter was often not to be found. (He took my wine glass and didn't ask if I wanted more.. a unique experience in a restaurant.) David liked his pork chop.
The waiter appeared, offered desert, which we delcined and then reappeated with the bill after some little wait, and we were going to split it amongst three credit cards. And then we waited. We commented on how many times he'd walk by without stopping.
We drove Daedala home, and then I put Laura Jean and David to sleep with vacation pictures for a while.
And, at $7.75 for a watered down mint julip made with rum and lime, I did not have a mojito.
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Actually, the Pictures Did Not Put Us to Sleep
Date: 2005-04-15 07:48 pm (UTC)Staying up late, now - *that* put me to sleep.
And I'm now wondering if I was the only one in our party who recognized the local celebrity(s) at the next table...
Re: Actually, the Pictures Did Not Put Us to Sleep
Date: 2005-04-15 08:02 pm (UTC)