I think we have a breakthrough – today is my first Dallas hangover. Well, it’s at least the worst. It’s now 1:50pm (CT) and I still have yet to go outside. I will utilize the terrace…
It’s beautiful outside – truly fall weather. If I had to guess, which I don’t because the interweb can tell me, I would say it is about 59 degrees, with a 14mph wind from the WNW. And just from my own internal barometer, the pressure seems to be, ohh, about 29.95in.
Hangovers are quite astounding, really. When the top of your eyeball hurts, you know you’ve done something wrong. Thankfully, I do not have a job to stagger into just now, so I was able to writhe around and fight off nausea for a couple of hours while my poor GF had to go into work.
While the rain and greyness of the last few days here would be conducive to being hungover, the brilliant sunshine of the Great State of Texas is trying to send me on a guilt-trip out of doors. I suppose I should oblige.
We ate at the S&D Oyster Company last night. It’s a brightly-lit, white-tiled interior with a large bar and helpful waitstaff in white shirts and aprons. I ordered a half-dozen oysters. I got seven, so apparently even a dozen is bigger in Texas. The waitress mixed cocktails sauce right in front of me using the large selection of condiments from the table. Horseradish (lots), ketchup, a touch of tabasco, lemon, and who knows what else, and I had the best cocktail sauce I’ve ever had. The oysters were outstanding – mild, not too chewy – though I have no idea what kind they were. I think all the seafood comes from the Gulf. I followed the oysters with poached grouper. The fish comes filleted, cooked simply with butter and served with bread balls, cole slaw, and creole rice. Our companion had snapper, prepared the same way, though the fish was drier and bit blander. Betsy had flounder, which was richer and filleted at the table.
The experience was excellent as the waitstaff is professional and the food is well-prepared. S&D seems to take pride in its seafood. The Yankees game was on the TV above the bar, so I accompanied my dinner with a few Shiner Bocks. The Yanks lost, we paid, and went across the street to the Idle Rich Pub. Great beer selection. I had a Wells Bombardier (a new one for me) and a Boulevard Pale Ale. Both were great, but I think that on top of the Shiners, and the martinis Betsy and I had before going out, I was in for a serious headache.
Of course, Betsy wanted some scotch as a nightcap, but we’d killed the Lagavulin 16 the other night, so we had port.
Hangover? DESERVED.
