Last night I joined the boss and one of our friends for a night out at Taco Mac, at a different location than the usual. We three were on a “Secret Shopper” outing because the third member of our party works for Taco Mac and as part of her job she needs to see what is happening at other stores (pity she isn’t also able to pick up the entire tab, but whatever…). Our waitress for the evening was the most adorable newbie I’ve ever seen, at one point she pronounced the name of the IPA ordered as an “eepa”. I’m not sure waiting tables is her calling, but by golly she was trying hard to please. I have a feeling neither she, nor the location we visited will get raving reviews (we waited a loooong time for things) but I had a decent time.
Spared the need to travel by train last night, I was back on the train today, fighting some sniffles. One thing I’ve always wondered about riding MARTA on a regular basis is if people tend to get more colds because they are in an eclipsed area with many people, some of whom may be contagiously ill (I’m talking common cold, perhaps flu). I’m hoping that whatever I’m fighting at the moment goes away today because I have plans tonight. A date? No, don’t be silly.
While many will gather at George’s for tonight’s Holiday Pub Crawl running I will be headed to Horizon Theatre for my annual viewing of “The Santaland Diaries”. Attending this play is one of my few holiday traditions and I do enjoy it so.
More on this tomorrow!
Oh, and the Christmas cards have started to arrive. Thanks everyone!
Cheers,
Paulie [eatl/ga]
“eepa”?? Seriously? I know you are a big fan of TM, but they have always seemed to have poor service. In fact, I’d say good service is the exception, rather than the rule.
The schnitzel was outstanding, if I do say so myself. I think I started with a slightly too thick cut of pork loin, and so couldn’t get it thin as I remember. The “gravy” was good too- how could you go wrong with a stick of butter as the base. There will be more experimentation.
I will hopefully see some of your smiling faces at George’s tonight. I think a running tour of Christmas lights will be in order.
-FP
Well here is to today being better than yesterday. With a super long ‘to do’ list to complete before I head out of town I was greated by the blue screen of death when I got to the office. There was no hope, I lost a chunk of work (I can recover most of the important stuff, it will just take time) and I was stuck with a crappy loaner computer for the entire day.
I did manage to complete the most critical tasks so I may just make it through today.
I’m just about ready for out trip, the dogs are being watched and all the christmas shopping is finished, with the exception of my almost 13 yo niece… ugh, kids!
Sorry to miss you tonight Steve, consider it poor planning on my behalf. Taco Mac service is bad, until you go regularly enough to click with some of the staff. Then it’s a matter of hoping that the staff doesn’t leave.
Better luck to you Martha and have a great trip!
I don’t know if Allan is feeling up to George’s, I think he’s all better, but I can’t really tell, since I haven’t talked to him today.
Christmas shopping, Allan & I are so not good at that. We’ve both bought things for ourselves that we will say are Christmsa presents, and I thought of one “experience” thing for TJ & Mary, since they really need nothing. (found out about a walking food tour of the Marietta Square, max# of people is 8). We really need something else for them, but who knows what.
Membership to the Botanical Garden? The High? A hot air baloon ride?
I’m sure a delicious malted beverage will help his recovery!
Paulie, you’re almost forgiven. 😉
Steve – we’ve tried that sort of thing, but then they never get around to going. I’ll ask Allan about George’s, it does seem like it could be a good idea to me.
If you ever feel like “secret shopping” the Peachtree Street location in Midtown, say the word! 😀
Sadly it’s not up to me, and since I am not as good of a friend to her as my boss I probably won’t get asked to go again. That’s okay, I had fun.