I had such a fun night yesterday night. God. Found a spot at the bar to have dinner and I found myself having a field day with the staff and a couple of other customers for the whole evening. Got introduced and shook hands with everyone front of house and ended up staying a couple hours past close until midnight, chatting and drinking the night away. Everyone just loved me. I’m not gonna lie; I couldn’t help but like the attention.
When I first walked in, the host asked me if I was just coming from the anime convention. After taking a half second to check I wasn’t wearing my badge, I was instantly offended at that assumption (because I’m Asian?) and I asked what made him think that. He told me it was my shirt. My shirt is what I think a very normal graphic tee. It features a three headed zombie and maybe a tiny tiny bit of Japanese (I don’t think he could of seen it with my jacket on). But it doesn’t look Animeish at all. Whatever.
Sat down. The neighbor to my right was really chatty and pretty obnoxious but he didn’t stay for long. The guy I chat with sitting across from me (I was sitting at a corner) was a regular who goes every Saturday. He was pretty cool and even helped me order the star plates from appys to sweets. First ordered a Treasure Chest, essentially a Bijou and I think the bar staff were quickly impressed that I recognized the classic from the ingredients. As soon as they found out I loved gin and I thought Monkey 46 was ‘just okay’, I got treated to a St. George gin flight. And Christ, St. George Terroir was something else. Super earthy and super strong notes of Douglas fir. FUCK. I have a new favorite and I’m surprised to say it’s an American gin. I intend to bring it home if I find it. Spent the night indulging myself, yet again. A butter biscuit with honey, ham and pork belly (so truly American), lamb carpaccio, a giant pork chop, salted caramel mousse and a scoop of plum sorbet. And god, I got spoiled with drinks. A Bruto Americano shot and a couple of more things to better acquaint me we with American spirits. What a treat. We ended the night, four of us, sharing a Bijou with the Terroir. I loved it. (I just realized I’m still recovering from a cold… I probably shouldn’t have done that.)
I’m gonna take some suggestions they gave me in help of finding real Milwaukan(?) things. Tonight I’m supposed to be looking for something called a Butter Burger and custard, a frozen dessert at a place called Copps. And if I have room after that, I’ll be heading to a place called Balzac.
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Woke up in the middle of the night with my contacts in, clothes and makeup on. Shocked the hell out of me. Jeez.