Today, the company had it's usual end-of-year party. We ate a huge lunch at Maggiano's at Southpoint Mall. If you caught my review on Urbanspoon, you know that I have no objection to this restaurant. In fact, I tend to like it.
But first, we received flowers, if a poinsettia counts as a flower.
The plant is from the local property manager.
So it's off to eat.
I'm going in. In a bit, I find the room, the table, my chair, and the menu.
There's eggplant parmagiana on that menu. I'm good to go. Of course, there's going to be a slapfight over that plate when it arrives.
Tomato and mozzarella. I can, and have, made a meal off this. I won't today.
Add salad and bruschetta, and I'm about set. Any other day, and this would be about all I need for lunch.
But today, I dig further, finding comfort in the pasta.
What I can't show is the followup plate of eggplant parmagiana. It disappeared to quickly. Think the same thing about the deserts.
Note: Many referred to this event as the Christmas party. I will not. We have more religions represented than the one, and it seems a bit much to focus on the one. Perhaps winter solstice would work better, but I'm fine with end of year.
-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard.