We’ve been celebrating GC’s birthday for a couple of days now.
For his birthday I gave him a blood pressure machine and an art journaling book. He was thrilled with his blood pressure machine. It’s just what he always wanted. (Remind me to tell you about the thermometers someday.)
Thursday night we went to a Jamaican restaurant opening – The Giggling Jerks. Not only was it the grand opening, but it was being filmed for a new Food Network reality show called The Opener. Here’s the trailer:
We started with a short lineup to sign permission forms, then we moved to a longer lineup to get into the restaurant. After about 20 minutes, we were seated at the bar to wait for an available table.
We people-watched while we waited. There was an older couple there (I’d guess they were in their 70s) and she was swathed in leopard skin – even her earrings and bracelet were leopard skin. She wore rings on every finger of both hands. He was dressed in a wife-beater and tight jeans. They were both deeply tanned and somewhat disturbing.
You can only people-watch for so long on an empty stomach, and that “next available table” they spoke of never did materialize. Nobody ever moved from the bar to the restaurant, at least not while we were there. We left after about 45 minutes, with a promise to come back another night.
We walked around the Byward Market reading menus and trying to find somewhere good to eat, but by this time we had our hearts set on Jamaican food, and apart from the Cajun Attic, there didn’t seem to be anything like that. (And the Cajun Attic? We did go in for a peek, but there was just something about that place…)
Eventually we were pretty hungry and it was almost time for the baby birds’ next feeding, so we ducked into a shwarma joint for a quick bite. They only accepted cash and I didn’t have any, so GC had to pay for his birthday dinner. I promised him I’d take him out for a real dinner on Friday.
We tried to go to Caribbean Flavours on Friday, but we couldn’t find it, so we went to the Savanah Cafe on Gilmour Street instead. It’s a Caribbean/Thai fusion restaurant.
While we waited for our appetizers – chick pea pakoras, served with edible flowers, along with gazpacho for GC and kalaloo soup for me – we did a little people-watching. There was a young couple at the next table – maybe 24 years old – and as they ate their appetizers, she talked on the phone while he sat there looking first bored and eventually annoyed. She hung up when the main course arrived. They appeared to have a bit of a spat, and then ate most of their meal as if they were in different rooms. Almost no conversation. No smiles. No exchanging bites.GC ordered the catch of the day, which was sea bass roasted in banana leaf and served with chipotle lime demerara sugar lacquer, plantain chorizo fufu andsavana slaw. I ordered the Dhal Puri Chicken Roti with steamed greens and fried plantain.
We talked (not on the phone), smiled, and exchanged bites. For dessert we shared a creme brulee.
With the exception of my too-spicy soup, it was all absolutely delicious. Best meal I’ve had in ages. When we go back, I’m going to order the exact same thing, but with a different soup.
We would have gone out and partied the night away, except GC had a dog to walk, and I had baby birds to feed, and it was time to take our blood pressure.
Happy Birthday GC! I love you!