One Word For The Melting Pot ... Wow!

So, Tracy finally cashed in on my Valentine's Day promise of a nice night out. We both ditched work this afternoon for Friday night date night. First we went and saw Tarantino's Inglorious Basterds and it was interesting to say the least. No doubt a Tarantino film as it was graphic from the get-go. Yet, some how he transcended all the queasy violence with a film that was kind of comedic.

After the movie, we headed for Tracy's extremely overdue V-Day dinner of choice at the Melting Pot. Wow. This place zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ... sorry I fell asleep while typing, seriously. Major food coma going on. I woke up and the laptop was all sweaty from my palms. Serious meat sweats too. It kind of reminds me of Brad's bachelor party dinner at Fogo de Chao.

OK, for the first course we're going to melt in front of you two pounds of fondue cheese, pile up a loaf of sliced bread and some vegetables and apples to make you feel healthy. Naturally, we ate all of it but a small piece of cauliflower to make us not look entirely like pigs. Next up was the salllaaaaaaaadd. Sorry, coma kicking in again. This course 2 salad was bigger than my head, and that's big folks. We both dug in and ate more than Caesar probably did in a lifetime. We left a few crutons to make it appear like we weren't completely pigging out.

Course 3 was the highlight. Seven dipping sauces, lobster, shrimp, pork tenderloin, chicken, filet mignon. The fondue dinner is cook it yourself, and we didn't screw it up because we weren't in a food coma yet. Once again, Melting Pot provided vegetables including really good mushrooms, potatos and broccoli to make you feel like you are eating healthy. Needless to say, we put the vegetables in the fondue broth but never ate them. The manager stopped by and said, "I'll box up those vegetables for you." We both pretty much laughed him from the table. Oh sure, reheated broccoli is always delicious.

At this point, the wine was stirring with the food in the gut and the comas starting kicking in. The food sweats didn't hit until after dessert. Yes, course 4 ... arguably the best course. Cheesecake, Rice Krispie treats, cake, strawberries, brownies, bananas and marshmellows ... all of which get dipped in a chocolate of your choice. We went with the turtle flame chocolate ... flambeau style complete with a blue flame at the table. It was at this point that the meat sweats hit and they just wouldn't go away. As we were wrapping up the dessert the waitress asked if we wanted more strawberries. I turned her down but Tracy relented and asked for two more ... she brought seven!

What a dinner. A few minutes ago Hinz called and asked if we wanted to rally and meet up with the Hardhats crew for more drinks in Old Town with an 80s rock band the highlight. There's no rallying going on here. We have our fat pants on and are literally stuck to the couch. Maybe next time Hinzy!

Can't .... Stop .... Sweating. Tomorrow should be interesting.