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| - It's Saturday at 3:43pm and I'm walking across Tryon from Hearst Tower with a friend, Ry, on our way into Zink. A quick glance at the menu at the outside, which looks promising, and we're in like Flynn.
First looks: Red. Like stepping into a hot house tomato. Large chandelier above the hostess station that I want to take home and have installed above my bed.
It's quiet for a Saturday but we're mid lunch and dinner, so it's to be expected. We march up the stairs to the hostess. She asks if we're there for lunch. No, we're here to learn how to tango, I thought but I behaved and told her yes. There were two of us, in case she couldn't see my 6'4 friend behind my 5'5 self.
She leads us into the dining room, which is empty save one table of four. She points us to a corner table. When I say corner, I mean the corner. It feels a bit awkward in the large dining area to be stuck there but we graciously accept. Ry takes the booth, I take the chair.
First thing we notice at the table: It's covered with a paper grocery bag colored paper. There are colored pencils in a box on the table. Ry looks up and me and asks, Did the put us at the kid's table? But looking around we notice they are all covered in this fashion.
Slightly bemused we open the colored pencil box, short one pencil with the colors yellow, green, orange-red and blue. I get up and replace our box with one from the table across from ours. It has more colors. Nice.
The waiter comes over, puts a "menu" in front of us - a 7 x 9 piece of paper with 5 or 6 options. He takes our drink order. Ry orders a Manhattan. I order a Gibson. Points for having choice of alcohol.
We chat and color for a good 10 minutes before our drinks make it to the table. Mine, crystal clear and cold as ice is smooth and crisp, albiet the onions pierced on the plastic triangular stick seem too large for the glass. The drink, however, tastes wonderful. Smooth and sexy.
Unfortunately Ry's drink is stronger than preferred. The bartender has a heavy pour. There is some sipping, but Ry doesn't finish it.
I order the Chinese Chicken Salad, Ry orders the "Ultimate" burger.
The food comes out about 15 minutes later and my salad, in a very large bowl, is placed in front of me. It smells wonderful. Ry's burger is thick and juicy, dripping onto the plate. His fries, placed in a flower pot, are like lovely, crisp flowers.. at least the kind of flowers I wish would grow in my garden.
My salad is light, the chicken is grilled nicely but perhaps for a little too long, the greens are crisp (at least as crisp as spring mix can get), the almonds are crunchy and the fried noodles are delicate. The dressing is sweet and sesame.
We finish without feeling rushed, our waiter is lovely, the food and drinks are nice. All in all it was a nice visit. Although the restaurant was warm in atmosphere it was cold in temperature. We had to ask the hostess for a match to light our candle on the table and I might have taken it a little easier on the dressing in my salad.
Honestly, I've had better, but I've had much, much worse. For the price, which was about $45 with drinks, for two, I feel like we did get our money's worth.
We'll go back if not for just the food but also to color.
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