Ok, so bummer of all bummers, Market Table was too ’spensive, so Charlie and his wienerhost (uh, boyfriend) went to dinner at Dumont in Williamsbarf. He had a belgian amber beer with his crispy artichoke salad with fried lemon and shaved parmesan. MMMMmmm. He had a roasted half chicken served on a bed of mashed potatoes and some sort of delicious gravy sauce. There were also two carmelized mini-onion balls. He also picked at his bboy’s mac n cheese, because it’s baked with gruyere cheese and sprinkled with bacon. And he drank two glasses of riesling (daddy boyfriend’s choice).
Ok, now get ready for this. AFTERWARDS, he had another dinner. A friend was throwing a mini-dinner party and served braised ribs, grilled leaks with butter and garlic sauce and broccoli gratin. The ribs were covered in soy sauce and mustard and covered in onions. The meat fell right off the bone!!!!! He washed it down with lambrusco (a fizzy red wine made from young grapes) and shiraz.
The hosts’ new kitties, hihat and scraps, kept jumping on the table trying to sneak food, so Charlie ate them too.
Who would have imagined baby Charlie would grow up to be a kitty-killing, fat swilling homo?! Look at that punim.
