Friday Dinner a Week from Now

Lane and I always have our annual dinner at Oshkosh. For years, we've gone to the same place in Appleton (north of Oshkosh) that we really loved. Melissa and I ate there one year too. It's away from the crowds of Oshkosh and quiet and relaxed.

When I went there with Melissa, I have this one place in my teeth where if I eat something potentially stringy like beef or lobster, a bit always gets stuck there -- on the top, the second molar back, in the back, and that happened with Melissa and it was driving me nuts trying to discretely dislodge it. Impossible. I realized I was so consumed with this bit of meat in my tooth that I was no longer enjoying dinner, told Melissa I was going to the restroom and why and she whipped out this little plastic toothpick device and one discreet swipe, at the table and I was cured. That feeling is one of life's cheap thrills! And I got to keep the plastic toothpaste device!

Anyway, this place, called Seasons, is now closed.

So I asked around and got a recommendation for another place for Lane and me. At this show, people will wait at a crowded bar to be seated an hour or more and I hate that. People enjoy that hustle and bustle. Not me. I want to get in, eat, talk quietly and leave. Lane is more of a food snob that I am, and she's also a wine person. A client gave me three recommendations, of which we picked a place called Cena <-- click="" here="" p="" place.="" see="" the="" to="">
Here's what it looks like:

One thing that was a little too cute was their description of a brunch entree -- this said "two prebirds..." and I thought Prebirds? I'd never heard of it. I googled, and here's the too-cute part, prebirds is slang for eggs. Did anyone here know that?

On other food news, I got my pie restaurant newsletter warning that it's the end of fresh raspberry pie season and they'll only have it "through the weekend" so I may have to go there by myself on Sunday night. I arrive Sunday afternoon, God willing.