Chicken Parmigiana and Mushroom Ravioli
So I think it says something that for King Daddy’s and my 25th wedding anniversary we went to Macaroni Grill for lunch. And then we went and bought booze. I’m not sure what that says, but it’s probably in the old geezer department.
But here’s the thing. I don’t eat dinner, so an evening out is not a fun excursion for me. I’d rather pop a bottle of Dark Horse Merlot and watch the Food Network. Geezer. Or limited world view. King Daddy is happy with a glass of Famous Grouse and some military/horror/blood and guts movie. Needless to say, we don’t watch TV together. Maybe that’s the key to a happy marriage.
But we’re all about lunch. And today, we just couldn’t zone in on anything fancy so we went to Macaroni Grill, the only chain restaurant that, I think, has consistently really tasty food that’s worth the price and the calories. So here we go:
Chicken Parmigiana. The beautiful fried cutlet was as big as a dinner place, gently blanketed in mozzarella cheese with bursting cherry tomatoes and basil on top. Could I get better food at Husk? For what Husk sets out to accomplish, yes. But was there a thing wrong with a huge plate of cheesy crispy goodness with a side of pasta? Not a damn thing. And since I could only eat half of it, at $13.50 that comes out to $6.75 a serving. Why do I do things like that? What a cheapskate.
Yes. YES. King Daddy had the Mushroom Ravioli, porcini-stuffed ravioli with caramelized onions and a Marsala cream sauce.
Then we decided to go to Cool Springs Wine and Liquor and buy a few bottles of wine we’d normally not splurge on. So we bought some Jeff Rundquist Petit Verdot and Alexandria Nicole 2013 Shepherds Mark. By the way, I know next to nothing about wine but because Dammit Boy has upped my game since he’s been working there, I’m trying. I was slightly puzzled when the wine expert asked if I was going to drink it with food or just sip it. Sip it? What does that even mean?
So, all in all, a very terrific 25th wedding anniversary. The truth of it is we don’t splurge on cars or vacations or pretty much anything else. But we’ll spend a lot or a little for a fabulous meal. We hold the high-dollar fried chicken at Husk in the same esteem as the low-dollar Pho at Peking Palace. Good food is good food. We’ve had 25 years of fantastic eats. And the good Lord willing, there’s more to come. I’m going to go pop that bottle of Petit Verdot now. And sip it. Not.