If you're going to turn 30, you may as well do it with style! That's what AnCe decided, anyway. That's how I found myself pulling up to King Edward's Hotel for brunch. With Pollyanna in the passenger seat, I'm marvelling at the architecture. And then, a valet pop ups and opens the door. To my car. My scratched-up, now-discontinued, plastic Saturn. Bizarro! Ignoring all my ghetto twinges of leaving my keys in the hands of some stranger, we walk into King Eddie's lobby with all its early twentieth-century charm. We are, of course, last to arrive (Pollyanna + Brown Time = inevitable delays).
After the introductions (none of which I remember, really) we dig in. Brunch is a seven-table affair with some of the most delicious food I've ever had! Pre-peeled shrimp and made-in-house cocktail sauce, beef Wellington, Latin-style shrimp-and-scallop salad, lamb with mint sauce, four kinds of pate and seven kinds of cheese, cracked-for-convenience crab legs, ... I was in heaven. And the desserts! A display case of fudge, tiny muffins, cake, cake, cake, and that mousse-in-a-wineglass. *faint*
So, yeah, it was expensive, but completely worth it. If for nothing else but to get a glimpse of how the other half lives. Happy birthday AnCe!
1 comment:
Oh the Krawczyk's have been to the King Eddy, so it ain't about the other half. Super delish and brave to a friend who encourages her mates to have some class.
DK
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