Colleen and I went out for happy hour last night and we were discussing where we should go. It was a Friday night, our daughter was working, so we had no obligations to make dinner or be anyplace in particular. The world was our oyster and we had our choice of many places around to go.
On our recent trip to Nashville, we went to several bars, and honky-tonks, listened to some great music and enjoyed a few adult beverages. Each of these establishments had one thing in common, however, beer in a plastic cup. When I went to order Colleen a martini, it came in various forms, neat glass, rocks glass, even a wine glass, but never a martini glass.
Last week we went to go see Cirque de soleil and stopped first at a little pizza joint on the block adjacent to the event center. It had a college town vibe to it and the food looked good on peoples tables when we walked in. We had a very good Cesar salad and white pizza, but the red wine was served in a rocks glass. Although the food was good and the service was good, the experience was somehow lessened by having to drink wine from a rocks glass.
Maybe its my restaurant upbringing, maybe it is the fact that I'm older. Do 20 somethings even care that their beer is in a plastic cup? Football games, ok - I get that. Did I care when I was 20 something?
We ended up at great place near our house called the Perfect Landing. It is a little restaurant and bar at Centennial Airport overlooking the tarmac. Why, because they serve a great martini - in the correct stemware. The mean age of the clientele is probably in their 50's. There is not loud thumping music, but rather soft jazz and and active piano bar.
It's official. I have turned into my father.