Tonight was our annual Christmas dinner out. We went to a place called the Paragon Supper Club.
I had two old-fashioneds at the bar, the wife had two whiskey sours, while we waited on our table (they don't take reservations).
For starters, I had the richest French onion soup I've ever eaten, and the wife had a king crab cocktail - a load of already-shelled Alaskan king crab and cocktail sauce.
Then we moved on to tossed salads, mine with creamy peppercorn, hers with lumpy blue cheese.
My entree was a 12oz NY strip, topped with bernaise sauce, buttered cauliflower and broccoli mix, absolutely gorgeous hash browns, and onion straws. MrsTasty has a 4oz filet mignon and two petite lobster tails, mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, and onion straws. I also had a glass of wine with the meal.
We fully intended to get dessert, but were both too full, even with half of our mains left, that we skipped dessert entirely. First time that's ever happened. Ever.
This is our go-to special occasion place. It's the kind of place, as soon as you walk in, everything is perfect. Everyone is polished and professional, no "Hi, howya doin'," but "Good evening, Sir, Madam. Your coats, please." Bartenders are quick and pour perfectly-made strong drinks with no flash or hoopla, and the waitstaff know the menu inside and out, don't write anything down, and know to space the courses appropriately.