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| - After finally figuring out that by some kind of insane voodoo logic, E. Stetson Dr. magically reappears after ending at Drinkwater, my special lady and I found Cowboy Ciao and the other E. Stetson Dr. and had a nice light late dinner and drinks.
It seems like every place I went had an amazing space, and CC followed suit with their sprawling dining room. After a nice warm greeting from a pair of smiling hostesses, we walked in on a Wednesday night around 10 and took a seat at the bar.
After reading some reviews on Yelp, I was intrigued, but embarrassingly, I was swayed by a picture of the 'meat and potatoes martini' in the hotel tourist magazine. This means a piece of deep-fried bacon with a potato vodka martini. I had to have this.
My dainty little girlfriend ordered some drink with strawberry aqua fresca, and I got the meat and potatoes. She got hers first, as my bacon was fried to order, and it was well-crafted, delicious, and not overly sweet.
As my drink arrived, I decided to take a sip, leaving the steaming slice of bacon perched on the glass directly beneath my nostrils. You must do this. The smoky aroma works with whatever I don't remember was in that besides vodka. Then I took a bite, and honestly, it would have to be the best aperitif one could drink. It's like an olive martini on steroids. The savory, salty, meaty, alcoholly concoction got me in the right mood.
Speaking of me drinking, I continued to do so with some of the excellent wine they offer. She got the Arizona white, and I got the Grenache. I absolutely love it when you can order medium to light bodied red wine that isn't pinot noir by the glass. Nothing against pinot, but I love creative wine programs.
Apparently, I loved it a little too much, because somehow I ended up spilling an incredible amount of red wine all over one of my favorite shirts, which happens to be baby blue. This is when George proved his meddle as a magnanimous host and savior. Seeing my faux pas, George immediately went for the wine-off and literally saved my evening. That stuff is amazing...it was like those oxy clean commericals...the red just went away. I went from buzzed happy, to incredibly embarrassed, to even more buzzed and happy in no time flat.
We ordered the famous Stetson Chopped Salad and the mac 'n' cheese to split. I never thought I would like a salad with dried corn and smoked salmon in it, but people, you owe it to yourself to try this. George was explaining how this salad was his recession-buster, and I can imagine, because it's totally unique. I have a pet peeve with overcooked pasta, so the mac wasn't my favorite, but it tasted good.
One benefit of eating a light dinner is leaving the option for dessert wide open. We capitalized on this by devouring an order of the bread pudding. A perfect portion, it melded beautifully with the cranberry compote and 5-spice ice cream, which was amazing in its own right.
I'm definitely coming back next year to try an actual entree and say what's up to George.
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