Today was delightfully uneventful as we headed off to the Elks for Girls’ Night Out and met up with the regulars. George, as always, ordered his signature dish: a hockey puck. Honestly, we all need to develop this level of self-control—though I’m not sure the kitchen should be studying him as a role model. We wrapped things up with our usual and, naturally, a glass of wine.
Girls’ Night Out!
After lunch, we stopped by our new tailor to pick up some clothes. He did a magnificent job on taking my size XXXL down to something I could wear (so it would not look like I was smuggling a puptent).
Yes indeed!
Around 4:00 pm, we got dolled up for dinner with our workout buddies—because nothing says “athletic” like immediately replacing calories. We headed to Jeff’s in Orange, a glorious little “hole in the wall” with food so good it should be illegal and service so excellent it made us question all our past restaurant choices.
Ready to go.
Jeff’s is hidden behind what used to be Der Weinerschnitzel on Tuston Blvd. The restaurant is small and slightly noisy but the meal makes up for that.
Reservations are always needed.
After dinner, we went home and crashed. It’s been a slow day,y which tired us out, go figure?
