Even though Cristina’s first 29th birthday was actually Tuesday, we waited till Saturday to celebrate with friends by going to Superior Grill. Again, I’m not the biggest fan of Mexican food due to being lactose intolerant. I’m even a lesser fan when I order a steak sandwich with no cheese and get it with cheese even though I mention I’m lactose intolerant. It’s just a small hiccup that I’m used to. However, I’m not sure most people go there for the food. I really think they go for the margarita’s. I know my party, which was a party of 14, talked more about the drinks than they did the food. People didn’t complain about the food at all, but it wasn’t the focus. One thing I really do like about Superior Grill is that it not only seems like it can handle large groups of people, but it seems to specialize in it.
My attempts to get the crowd to go to Sucre were futile. Our friend Eric promised wine and fresh coffee at his house. Eric is a coffee fanatic. He is the kind of coffee drinker that can tell the amount of humidity outside by the way his coffee beans grind. In fact, I’m sure he is offended that I haven’t called him a barista in this paragraph yet. I love hearing him talk about coffee because the coffeenerd in him sometimes transforms to coffee snob. It’s a fine line, my friends.
Sunday was Super Bowl Sunday. A friend of mine ruined it before the game. As a Saints fan, he said the Super Bowl used to be a mythical event that would always be out of reach much like the Holy Grail. Then, the Saints won it. Now, the only thing that will make the Super Bowl truly magical again is another trip to the Super Bowl. This is not a complaint. It just made the day different. We weren’t invited to any parties as none of our friends were because none of us were throwing parties. So it was a quiet day at home. I pan roasted some tuna steaks and made some homemade hummus (both recipes from How To Cook Everything).
Last week, I cooked every evening but Saturday. I loved it. In fact, when I made the hummus I had a terrible headache that went away once I got in the kitchen. I may not be good as I want to be at it yet, but I sure do enjoy it.