So we're moving. Dust and boxes and cashish. But that doesn't matter. Check this out.
Karen's done with the golf course. No more putting up with rich people bs. No more grilling up some cheese sandwiches. No more manufacturing tuna salad--which, I might add, she never made for me. It's over. Done.
But before the end, she received a gift from her work. She won it at a company picnic she never went to. Have I ever mentioned how much she hated that job?
Anyway, what she won was a $50 gift certificate to Sticks, a restaurant at Spanish Bay in Pebble Beach--the same inn we stayed a for our honeymoon. We made a reservation a few weeks ago for tonight, and tonight we went made our grand appearance.
So we sit down at this table in the corner. There's windows on all sides. As we eat--other than watching the Giants trounce the Nationals (this ritzy place had a sports bar theme--just substitute golf and other bs old people sports for real sports)--we can watch the Pacific smash into the Monterey Bay coastline. This scene was the same view we had nine months ago when we woke up, rose petals plastered all over our bodies--in our ginormous suite. I don't like many rich people, or the lives that they lead, but this place was okay with me for one night.
Our waiter comes over, and we hand him our gift certificate. He asks us if we know what the certificate entails. Of course we say no. So he tells us we get two appetizers, two salads, two entrees, and two desserts. All drinks, except alcohol, are covered too.
Here's the dinner breakdown:
Karen orders mozzarella sticks ; I order calamari. $20 total
I order salad. $7 total
Karen orders a bacon hamburger; I order new york steak. $37 total
Karen orders a sweet ass chocolate chip cookie thing; I order cheesecake. $16 total
I also ordered a glass of Morgan 12 clone Pinot--the very same we celebrated my first place, prize-winning short story with. $9 total
Bill: $9 total (+ the fat tip we left)
Freaking, freaking, freaking sweet.
It was a pretty amazing experience to have as the one last big one we'll have of this area. I'm thankful for it.
Tomorrow, we're out of Monterey for a coupla years.
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For the record...I had a bacon CHEESEburger in case anyone was thinking I was on a diet or anything. The day I pass on free cheese...c'mon!
Notice something about our dinner...
Larry ordered: Calamari, Salad, NY Steak, Cheesecake. and a glass of wine.
Karen ordered: Fried cheese, burger, cookie, and a soda pop.
hehe...I'll never fit in to their world, and I surely won't die trying.
I'm not passing on free steak.
Nope.
Ooh, my husband is hoping that we get sent to Lviv. I have heard many wonderful things.
We both have some experience teaching English, but doing it in antoher country will be a new adventure.
What do you think of American food vs. Ukrainian food? Also, what is one custom you can warn us about (I heard no shaking hands in a doorway)?
Would it be ok if we link to your blog from ours?
Thanks,
Karen
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