Bing a Ling

B and I went out on a date Saturday night. Since I've been gone, we decided to get our butts out of the house and do something fun. We got a gift certificate to a restaurant in Walnut Creek called, *Bing Crosby's* from work. So, we set up a reservation and drove out to the land over 24. The place was crowded, and full of old walnuts and creeks. The middle of the restaurant housed a pianist and vocalist who sang old jazz tunes. There were black and white pictures of Bing everywhere, and they had these gigantico booths on the outer sides of the restaurant. The food was good (and expensive). The special appetizer of the night was grilled sardines with a light arugula salad and bread sticks. This was alright, but it reminded me of the mackeral that I make at home, so it was no biggie. The crabcakes were good, and the sauce that came with it was yum. B ordered the lamb three ways, and I ordered the seared Ahi Tuna. For dessert, the chocolate souffle was definitely worth the wait. They say to allow 20 minutes, but with a couple glasses of wine in our tummies, 20 minutes seemed like 20 seconds. Oh, and we sat across from Dennis Richmond of Channel 2 news. Though, it is always strange to see famous people in person because they seem to look very plastic. Of course, I'm being purposely naive here as to not offend anyone...... cough.... cough.... surgery.

After dinner, we caught Charlie Wilson's War in Emeryville. It was a good movie, and Philip Seymour Hoffman's character was awesome. It's worth it to just see him.

Good date night. I taught five kids earlier that day, so it was nice to have a couple glasses of wine that night. I was a little tanked..... lightweight, remember? The kids were good though, and super cute. But my butt was definitely hurting after the fourth hour of teaching. Getting old.