Abattoir & Tina Tight Pants

Last night, my wonderful husband took me to dinner at Abattoir. Sounds romantic, right? “Honey, dress nice; I’ve made reservations at the slaughterhouse...”

However, as most Atlantans know, it really is a nice place and shares the same owner as Bacchanalia, Floataway Café and a couple of other upscale restaurants in the area. They serve different varieties of meat, raw and cooked, and are proud of the way the chilled duck fat sits so elegantly atop the jar of duck rillettes. (yes – we ordered it… duck fat at the slaughterhouse...and I thought my pants were tight BEFORE we went…)

This is a type of place foodies go... Or someone with a purpose (like trying unique dishes, impressing a date with Star Provisions status, trying to earn the right to be called a foodie, etc.). Matt and I are a foodie couple- well, mainly him, but I keep up and am a foodie by association...:)

To give you an idea, this is what we ordered:

Drinks:
Matt: Beer- Bell's Two Hearted Ale
Me: Wine- glass of Primarius Pinot Noir
Us: Bottle of Freeman Pinot Noir

Food:

'Snack'
- ham and cheese gougere
-Abattoir steak tartar, soy, quail egg

'Food in a Jar'
-Duck rillettes

'Salted | Cured | Offal'
-Veal sweetbreads, spicy plums, basil

'Local Produce'
-Roasted organic vegetables, herbs, buttermilk (yogurt)

'Sweet'
-toffee cake, molasses ice cream, streusel

It was pretty good...the best food item we ordered was the tartar...

…and I thought my pants were tight before dinner??...

Yesterday, I left the office a little late… I had an evening conference call with a client on the West Coast, and then I wanted to share my ice cream story with Thoughts and Theories. (yes, I realize the connection between the two posts..)

Matt and I had not made official plans yet, so I wasn’t in any hurry. Then, I got a call from him telling me he made reservations at 8pm at a place called HobNob. So, I finished up my blog post, grabbed my things and headed to my car…

Little did I know that it was raining cats and dogs…and the traffic bumper to bumper…the entire way home…needless to say, we ended up changing our reservations to 8:30 at Abattoir…

I was still in a hurry, so I asked Matt to pick out an outfit for me (I trust him in this area – he’s got a great sense of fashion.) ...He just happened to pick out the clothes I wore for our engagement pictures (when I was a gym rat)... Argh... the jeans were toooo tight (we will call them pounds of happiness from marital bliss...), but I wore them anyway- since he picked it out...

Bad decision... Before we even got to the car, I had turned into 'Tina Tight Pants' with an attitude the size of my newly created muffin top... (don't worry- my shirt covered it up:))...

Thankfully, I realized my attitude and the cause before we arrived to dinner- so I chilled out... Or "blamed it on the tight pants"... And we had a Great time!:)

The moral of the story is:

1. The next time you interact with someone with clothes that are a little too snug or in any way uncomfortable- give them a break, you'd be a b^+€# if you were in that too... :)

2. Wear clothes that fit AND are comfortable... Though you may be wearing them to impress someone-you aren't going to impress anyone with an awkward walk and attitude problem. :)

...This is why you'll sometimes catch me in reefs with a dress, sweatpants in the store, and shirts that poof out around the waist line...it's all for you:)

And now that I have worked out, I'm going to enjoy the pasta (Bolognese and angel hair) Matt is making for dinner... ;)