Monday, November 15, 2004


I went out to eat with my family last night for my mom's birthday. She's 58 and pissed off. I asked her where she wanted to go and she went off. If somebody wants to take her out it's the least they could do to just plan it their damn self without her help. Ohhh kay. I decided we should take her to Arun's, which serves Thai food (which she loves) and was rated one of the top 10 restaurants in Chicago by Chicago magazine. Too bad while I was planning this she went ahead and made reservations at Geja's, which is a fondue place.

So last night we had dinner at Geja's. I had three martinis and a really good time, so I will probably remember Geja's fondly. This is unfortunate, because when I think about it objectively, I hate that place.

The atmosphere is pretty nice. It's dark and candlelit, and the booths are enclosed for privacy. We had cheese fondue to start. We dipped apples, grapes, and bread into a delicious cheese fondue. Also, their martinis were exquisite.

Then the main course comes. All our food came on one platter which was set in the middle of the table. I had the deluxe seafood platter. It consisted of a lobster tail, two shrimp, and 3 scallops. All the food was raw. You put it on your skewer, submerge it into a pot of boiling water, dip it into one of eight dipping sauces, and eat it.

Okay, I'm sure it's a novelty or whatever, but I don't go out to eat so I can cook my own food. Also, the dipping sauces sucked. Here's what we had: cocktail sauce, melted butter, barbecue sauce, soy sauce, worchestershire sauce, white sauce with dill in it, horseradish sauce, and something else we couldn't identify. It's like someone went through my refrigerator, found all the sauces I never use, and served them to me. You know what's not worth $40? Lobster tail boiled in water and dipped in butter. Next time I pay $40 for some lobster, it better be covered in champagne beurre blanc and have some fucking asparagus sitting next to it. And I better not have to prepare it my damn self.

I won't even go into the fact that Luke's vegetables were covered in meat-juice, or that I had tears streaming down my face the whole time due to fumes from the flames.

My birthday comes next, and somehow I don't think we'll be celebrating at Geja's. Does anybody have any suggestions?

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