An Unexpected Birthday Venue
May 10, 2010 3:55 pm
Updated: May 11, 2010 1:50 pm
With so much going on in the world, it's amazing that I don't forget my own birthday every year. Yes, both last year and the year before I had to be reminded by family and friends that yes, I did deserve a slice of cake and no that pinata wasn't always in the living room. This year however is my sweet sixteen and I decided to take the girls out to dinner. But where would we go, I wondered? I'm what's known as a teen foodie. When everyone else pulls out a PB&J for lunch, I'm usually sitting there with my neurotically flamboyant bento, munching away at something I prepared the night before. I joined Bon Appetit's facebook group and I read food blogs during study hall. Needless to say I want to eat well on my birthday.
The best restaurant in town was booked solid for the weekend. Suckling pig with fresh summer veggies just out of reach, I began a thorough if not desperate online search for alternatives. There was that lovely little french bistro down the street whose onion soup was to die for. I asked my friends what they thought and while a few looked enthusiastic at the promise of moist apple tarte in lieu of gooey yellow birthday cake, nobody was dying to go. I found the name of a hip new tapas place downtown. Sushi and empenadas anyone? However, the gang seemed skeptical, and there were more than a few blank stares when I mentioned yellowfin crostinis as if gourmet buzzwords would save my cause. Any ethiopian or Indian cuisine was shot down immediately. Because they involve sharing dishes and grabbing at things with your hands, these were deemed far too unhygienic. I tried to argue that surely my guests had shared bags of popcorn at the movies before, but nobody budged on the issue.
Finally, I woke up the other day with a craving for pancakes. To my horror there was no buttermilk in the house and a bowl of oatmeal was promptly microwaved. However, I still wanted my pancakes. I wanted big, fat ones, with chocolate chips and bananas. I would have them for my fast approaching birthday breakfast, I decided. That's when it hit me. I jumped for the lap top and googled our local IHOP. To my surprise, nobody blinked when I asked if they would enjoy sharing Brinner (breakfast for dinner) with me friday night. There are even a few first-time IHOPers in my party who are absolutely thrilled to be going.
So if you're ever looking for an interesting birthday venue for picky eaters, my vote goes to the place with bottomless buttermilk.