I wish I could tell you the title of this post refers to the fact that I’ve begun sleeping in a pile of Benjamins (refer to this song) at night or that my sugar daddy (*cough* Jake Gyllenhaal *cough*) finally came to whisk me away for that romantic sojourn to Morocco or that I’m having an illicit affair with a 70-year-old man to collect his multi-million dollar inheritance when he inevitably kicks the can.
My first name may be Holly, but my last name ain’t Madison.
So alas, none of these are true.
Instead, it just means I’ve been eating food.
Lots of it.
Mostly of the rich, I’m-going-straight-to-your-thighs-and-never-looking-back variety.
Since it is Madison Summer Restaurant Week, I had budgeted one splurge for my meager, peasant-like bank account: a dinner out with my friend Brett. However, it is officially Wednesday night, and I’ve successfully eaten at three different restaurant week eateries thus far.
***All my pictures were taken with my iPhone camera in bad lighting environments. You’ve been warned.
The first unexpected restaurant week outing happened at the Capitol Chophouse to celebrate our intern’s 21st birthday. I started with a gorgeous heirloom tomato salad with buffala mozzarella drizzled in a balsamic reduction…
Then, things got even better with BBQ pulled chicken flatbread…
Devoured (as if you had any doubts).
Dessert made me think of my newlywed homegirl Janetha G: peach crisp with vanilla bean ice cream.
Three courses and a mere $15 later, I left happy.
My intern was officially legal, and my belly was full.
Not to spoil the rest of this post or anything, but it may have been my favorite restaurant week meal of the three. Although, to be quite honest, I don’t know if you can call eating three different desserts a meal.
Yes, three desserts.
They were inhaled at a new authentic Italian restaurant in town called Francesca’s al Lago. To be truthful, I didn’t eat all three by myself…well, except for the first one: torta di cioccolata.
That would be a chocolate mousse cake with a crackly peanut butter chocolate crust.
No words my friends, no words.
Then, these little buggers started being passed around the table…
The fancy word for them would be profiteroles. I call them cream puffs. Really delicious cream puffs filled with pistachio gelato and drizzled with chocolate ganache. You could also just call them delicious.
If you are going for authentic Italian, tiramisu is simply a must.
There is nothing worse than bad tiramisu, but I am happy to report this one was simply fabulous. Did I mention I washed all this down with two Spotted Cow beers? I did. And I called it dinner.
Finally, in what was supposed to be my ONLY restaurant week experience, Brett and I headed off to Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse to continue the summer restaurant week…
Since I was ready to pass out having not eaten much all day, I ate the bread basket clean.
I blame the fact I woke up full this morning from last night’s decadent dessert dinner. Now, all that bread is currently digesting in my stomach. True story.
For starters, I opted for the crab corn chowder…
…continued on with the Almond-Crusted Walleye for my entree…
…added in a side of creamed spinach to up that veggie intake…
(and by veggie intake, I mean my daily cream, butter and artery-clogging intake)
…and finished off with some Pellegrino water, which I thought was free before Brett informed me it was probably about $12. Clearly, fine dining is not a regular thing for yours truly. Determined to get my money’s worth, I drank the whole bottle and ended up only paying $4.95 for it.
I couldn’t even celebrate the joy of knowing it was indeed only $5, because I thought my bladder was going to burst. Let’s just say, I am well-hydrated. Very well-hydrated.
The moral of the story: La Vida Rica clearly doesn’t mean, “Holly is rich and acts that way too,” or “Holly has a really expensive camera,” or “That girl Holly – man, she is one classy broad.” When one has delicious food in the belly, good friends to lean on and a wonderful family to see this weekend, that is all the rich life one needs. Jake Gyllenhaal would merely be an added bonus.