georgeliquor

I suppose it's time for me to reflect on my birthday, and things in my recent past.
I oh so love writing down this moments, it makes some of them seem more relevant, and I feel like I then don't have to tell the story anymore.

I really should start keeping a written journal..I just hate writing. It always gives me hand cramps after awhile.
I should get a typewriter than uses notebooks as paper. No, I won't make a notebook with the pages, I want it to be in a notebook already.

Either way. The 21st.
Long story short, it was amazing. To elaborate? It was the most impressive dining experience I've ever had. I don't think much could possibly beat it. I'm not the only one to say that, it was awe inspiring.

To skip over the bits and pieces that don't matter..or rather so I can get to the meaty juicy parts.
Aaron and Celia were amazing. With out those two I can't see how my birthday could have gone over so well. All of my other friends contributed greatly as well, but they were special.

So. Wake up, receive a shit ton of texts and a few birthday presents.
I head down to Prima for lunch with Celia, and holy fucking shit. Prima is slamming. Ever hear one of those epic stories about a tour bus unloading into one restaurant right as they opened? Aaron now knows that horror story. It was terrifying watching it.
One of the cooks I work with, Natanya, baked me a pound cake. Oh. Oh I love poundcake. Moving on. She also made me a t-shirt. "You know what hurts?" (see back) "My Gout" with a big green foot. Oh, fucking amazing.

After a few people buy me a drink and Aaron gets off work, we head to Seattle.
We make a pit stop at Bicks, Kate buys me a drink, we joke. I see Moony, and then we're off to the hotel and then Quinns.

We get to Quinns pretty early. I reserved/bought a large table for the event. Aaron, Celia, Miles and I are the first one there for some time, so we look over the menu and well..(minus Celia) we all start drinking.
Our server is pretty friendly, she helps us out a lot with the alcohol picking. Eventually it just came to the point I would just look at her and point, and then something would appear infront of me. I then would ask her what the hell I'm drinking by leaning over a banister when she's on the other side of some stairs.

The food. Holy shit the food.
They sent out 9 courses, then our entree. 10 fucking courses. Then they sent dessert, and Aaron had a risotto which I had some of. That's 12 different full sized plates of food in one restaurant. So, the food!

Pate, simple and good.

Beef tartar with pumpernickle crisps. Fuck descriptions actually, they're all amazing.

Foie gras Mousse

Oh wait? More Foie? Seared foie gras, with fennel cake. It was like going to the fair, with fucking Foie.

Sweetbreads, with creamed corn and bacon. Sounds simple, but fuck me it was good.

Roasted bone marrow. At one point, I had a bone in my mouth, and I was sucking the bone marrow out whole.

Pan seared scallops, with popcorn.

Aaron's Rissoto with black truffles.

Rabbit saddle wrapped in bacon, holy shit that was fucking amazing. I don't remember what else was with it, but it didn't matter.

2 fried duck eggs, ontop of a cow tongue hash with potatos. Holy fucking shit that was intense.

Now, for the final blow. The Entree.
The spelling is wrong, but it was called Chipale. We deemed it Gout pie.
It was about 5 pounds of meat in a cast iron pot. Cow tongue, bacon, carrots, onions, sweetbreads, all cooked in veal stock so it's like an offal meat stew. Then, it's covered in Pie dough, and then a huge roasted bone sticking out the top like a birthday candle.


Yeah, that kind of describes the night. That was the final course and jesus.

So after that? They send out a shmores..made fancy more or less. Home made marshmellow, soft chocolate brownie and grahm crackers..or something.

So..where the story gets even more intense? There was a good amount of drinking, in all honesty. I didn't get absolutely obliterated, but those who know me, know I don't really vomit much when I drink. I just get fucked up. So, know when I say this it's true.

I vomited 3 times during that meal, for the sole fact I ate too much food, and was making room for more because I didn't want to stop.

After the rabbit came out, I think I went and vomited, came back, and finished my rabbit. Afterwards, the tongue hash came out, same thing. Kept fucking eating..and well, had to go make more room. Stumble down the stairs, this time, Jessica(I think that was her name..) our server, asks if I need an arm, and we continue to dance down the stairs while I'm on my way to puke my food so I can eat more.

Some time after vomiting those 2 times, when I was eating the "Gout Pie" I had to go make more room. I tried my best to finish it but I couldn't. Miles and I early on took on the "fathers of the table" mentality because a lot of the food people wouldn't want, or couldn't finish ETC, so they would pass it up to the head of the table..where Miles and I were. Not only did Miles and I eat our normal amount of courses, we were eating other peoples as well. We ate so much fucking food. Hell, earlier on, someone cracked a joke to the Exec Sous when he came to talk to us that I had gout. He laughed it off, later on when we got the gout pie, it came up again. He looked at us and said "Holy shit..you guys are serious? I thought that was a joke. This is going to kill him" however, fifteen minutes prior he came out and looked at us and said "We're going to kill you guys" with a devilish grin on his face.


So what do we do after all that food? Walk down to Union, so I can get some more drinks, 2 more plates, and dessert.
Fuck me that's what? Fifteen. Fifteen fucking different courses/plates. Usually people never do more than a 5, or 7 course dinner. Fifteen is something that's considered almost legendary. And usually, when it's such a large number, the plates are small.

Did you see that Pie infront of me? That was not fucking small. None of them were small.

And, that was the end of our night. We head back to the hotel, I say some silly things as I'm going to sleep, and we all crash.

Everything after that happening is so insignificant after that meal. I would like to thank my friends for giving me one of the most amazing experiences I've ever had. That night I was probably one of the happiest I've ever been. Thank you guys.