Oooh lala! Mei oui
(or something like that)
For Honeymoon v. 27.0 we had a big night scheduled, centered around the Adolphus Hotel. I checked with the concierge about reservations for two that night for dining in the French Room.
"Oh, but messier, it a Friday night; you will need good luck to find a table with us tonight, no? But, allow me to check the list of reservations, please."
"Messier, we have good news for you and madame, we have several open tables."
We selected an 8:45 table for two from what we were given as available times. A fine late dining experience and oh so European.
"And messier is familiar with the dress code in the French Room, no?"
I said I was aware of the dress code and would meet or exceed expectations. However, with a twinge of a looming faux pas, madame asked for a recitation of the code.
-- No denim or athletic shoes, and the gentleman must wear a dress jacket.
No problems, or as I think they say in France, 'akoona-matata'.
While touring the attractions of downtown Dallas, we ran into a troop of Girl Scouts selling cookies. They had but one box of Do-Si-Does left. I made the purchase and nibbled on them in bed back in our room as we rested up from the day's hike and awaited our reserved dinner hour.
Sue was dressed in a vivid green and blue dress with contrasting elegant black trim and a matching sweater shawl she had chosen for the occasion. While I cleaned up and wore a suit and tie.
Seated at a candle-lit table for two under a ceiling painted with cherubs and imperial-breasted women in the rococo style and illuminated by large chandeliers, we ordered a couple glasses of champagne as we looked over the menu for a 3 course meal.
I of course ordered the scallops, my favorite dish; while Sue selected the halibut. Our white-jacketed waiter confided that these two course were his favorites on the menu.
(or something like that)
For Honeymoon v. 27.0 we had a big night scheduled, centered around the Adolphus Hotel. I checked with the concierge about reservations for two that night for dining in the French Room.
"Oh, but messier, it a Friday night; you will need good luck to find a table with us tonight, no? But, allow me to check the list of reservations, please."
"Messier, we have good news for you and madame, we have several open tables."
We selected an 8:45 table for two from what we were given as available times. A fine late dining experience and oh so European.
"And messier is familiar with the dress code in the French Room, no?"
I said I was aware of the dress code and would meet or exceed expectations. However, with a twinge of a looming faux pas, madame asked for a recitation of the code.
-- No denim or athletic shoes, and the gentleman must wear a dress jacket.
No problems, or as I think they say in France, 'akoona-matata'.
While touring the attractions of downtown Dallas, we ran into a troop of Girl Scouts selling cookies. They had but one box of Do-Si-Does left. I made the purchase and nibbled on them in bed back in our room as we rested up from the day's hike and awaited our reserved dinner hour.
Sue was dressed in a vivid green and blue dress with contrasting elegant black trim and a matching sweater shawl she had chosen for the occasion. While I cleaned up and wore a suit and tie.
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| A toast to 27! Cheers! |
Seated at a candle-lit table for two under a ceiling painted with cherubs and imperial-breasted women in the rococo style and illuminated by large chandeliers, we ordered a couple glasses of champagne as we looked over the menu for a 3 course meal.
First a toast to 27!
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Ceiling of The French Room
Adolphus Hotel |
It was a fine meal and after our dessert plates were whisked away, I was brought the check while the lady was presented a baked lemon cake specialty treat in a carrying bag with script lettering proclaiming
The French Room, Adolphus Hotel -
the not so subtle implication was treat the lady nice and she will ask to be brought back again and the man will not be able to say no, even after receiving the tab. I say for that night, it was worth it.
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| Happy 27th Anniversary Inscribed in chocolate around the plate for our final course - Chocolate Raspberry Dome |
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