Mr. Husband and I had the extreme fortune of spending this evening at Pittsburgh Magazine's Best Restaurants Party. Let me just say, OH! EM! GEE! I may never recover from the awesome.
Imagine, if you will, a party all about food. Beautiful, wondrous food. Once you cough up your ticket, you are released into a room filled with all-you-can-eat magic. It was like going to Ponderosa and eating all that you want, except that instead of green beans that are so old and mushy your great-grandma doesn't need to put her teeth in to jaw them suckers, there are handmade marshmallows in five fabulous flavors that you GET TO DIP IN CHOCOLATE. (If ever five words deserved all caps, those are the words. Trust me.) Instead of cafeteria style pizza made with Bisquick and ketchup, there is The Very Best Pizza You've Ever Eaten In Your Whole Life. (All hail Mineo's, yo.) Instead of a glow-in-the-dark orange-tinted "ice cream" glopping out of a machine that roars when you look at it, there is this carrot cake that can only be described as Heaven On Earth.
All you can eat, but SPECTACULAR.
And don't even get me started about all the beer and wine and sangria and vodka and margaritas. Oh, never mind, go ahead and get me started. Because Beer! and Wine! and Sangria! and Vodka! and Margaritas! Mmmhmmm.
The second Mr. Husband and I walked through the door, his eyes started darting to and fro. While I am a cautious eater, he is a Destroyer. All night long, I wished I had a leash for him because he was like a ninja, darting off to grab more food and drink at a table over there, but then magically reappearing over here. One second he was eating some sort of tuna taco thingy over yonder, the next he was trying to make me look at the cow tongue or whatever he was inhaling.
It was dizzying.
Fortunately, there is a cure for a case of the Husband is Spinning Around the Room Like a Tasmanian Devil Dizzies. That cure is called chocolate chip cheesecake.
I officially believe all things Pittsburgh Magazine are made of unicorns and glitter and rainbows and funnel cakes.
Actually, that was the only thing missing from the party. Funnel cake.
Well, that, and a leash for the husband.
