Marquis and I have two anniversaries. It's a long story I'm not going to explain now, but just know that we are just lucky enough to have two days a year that we get to celebrate being together. This year we decided to do something we haven't done in about five years, we spent a night without kids. Like the whole night, and there were no kids there! I'm still coming to grips with the fact that we actually did this, which tells me that it was very badly needed!
We started out the night with a visit to a restaurant we have wanted to try for a long time. There should be an award that restaurants can put on a sticker by their front door, something like the, "Marquis Ate Here and Will Actually Come Back Award" or "Marquis Cleared His Plate Award" because seriously, both of those events are very, very rare. It would be the most prestigious award a restaurant could have because it would be so hard to get!
The first recipient of the official "Marquis Will Eat That! Award" goes to the Copper Onion. This was the best place we have eaten at in a long time. Of course it also happened to be one of the most expensive places we have ever eaten at, but so worth it!
Here's my happy mug enjoying an appetizer.
(Notice the red nail polish? Red nails are almost as good as pretty shoes for making a girl feel ready for a date. And lots cheaper! Of course, I still had on my fancy new boots, too.)
Marquis had the meatloaf. It was beef, pork and lamb all slapped together into a loaf of happiness and then wrapped in bacon or some other equally delicious pork product. He let me snitch a bite and it was divine!
I had the market fish which that day happened to be steelhead trout on a mushroom salad with broccoli rabe. It could not have been more perfect.
A couple of things to know about the Copper Onion. First, it's not kid friendly. We didn't see a single kid in there, and I think that if we had asked for a high chair they would have looked at us like they were wondering what planet we came from. "What is this 'highchair' you speak of? And what are these small human-like beings you have with you?" Honestly the service was super nice and I'm sure they would have figured something out, but really, probably not the best place for kids. Also, make sure to make a reservation, this place is popular!
This is a huge post already, and not even a mention of the ghosts I teased about in the title! Don't worry, here you go. When your anniversary falls on Friday the 13th, how can you not tempt fate a little? Walk under a ladder or two, go cross paths with a black cat, or maybe go hunting a few ghosts? So we decided to try out the Peery Hotel. It's over 100 years old, and we heard just a couple of rumors about some ghosts that might be poking around. Apparently the hotel has a bunch of king suites, but only two of those have jacuzzi tubs, and in order to get one of those you have to call the hotel directly and make a special request, which of course, I did. The room was quite pretty.
It really is an old hotel, though. They seem to have kept everything in good shape, but there is a bit of old building mustiness to the rooms and you can hear people walking along the squeaky floors all night long. The mattresses are all Tempur-Pedic mattresses. That sounds really comfy, and it seemed like it at first, but it sure takes a lot more effort than normal to roll over when your body has been sucked into a pocket of memory foam that just doesn't want to let go of you. Our room was also right next to the elevator. The very old and therefore very loud elevator. The very old and therefore very loud elevator that people felt the need to use at all hours of the night/morning. Nice.
Overall, I will say the hotel was fine. It got us away from home where the never ending list of things to get done would have been talking to me too loudly all night, and it allowed us to sleep in until 9:00 the next morning without the girls coming in begging for breakfast.
And the ghosts? Those boring, boring ghosts left us completely alone all night. Unless that was them riding the elevator at 2:00 a.m. I did leave with one question, though. Why is there a naked man on our room key?
For breakfast the next morning we went to Market Street. Marquis had the corned beef hash, which was nasty and not worth taking a picture of. It's a good thing Marquis isn't used to eating breakfast anyway. I had the snow crab eggs benedict, which was very nearly perfect.
I get eggs so rarely because of all the allergies here that I find myself craving them. But here is the question of the day. When talking about poached eggs, what is the term for, "I want the yolks to be very soft, still orange, and just a touch gooey, but not running all over the plate and also not completely hard?" Is that over easy? Or is that just with fried eggs? Someone needs to educate me because that would have made this perfection!