Day 35
Listening to: It’s Time for Me to Fly..eeh..yahhhh
Thought for the day: The doer alone learneth.  ~Friedrich Nietzsche

My Wednesday Night Dinner Club is on a two- week hiatus. This morning when I woke up the reality of it all smacked me in the face. I was bummed. So, I challenged myself, “Okay Kris, pick one of your favorite restaurants and just go.” During the day, Mr. Doubt started in on me with the, “you’re a loser if you go alone,” kind of talk. I poked that bastard, Mr. Doubt, in the eyes like he was Moe on the Three Stooges. I ended up taking my bad-ass self to The Eastland Café…………….and it was goooooooooooooooooooooooooood.

I was going to write this entry like an official restaurant review, but I am sad to say I didn’t learn how to right food fluff-o-rama schmack in the School of Journalism whilst at  Middle Tennessee State University. Here goes anyway.

Eastland Café offers a dark, yet peaceful, respite from 100 degree summer heat. Upon walking in, the area is well lit, but is dark enough to give a cave-esque atmosphere. It screams, “Bring your heated soul into my depths and I will refresh you.” The sophisticated staff greeted me cheerfully and treated me as if asking for a table for one was not a plague or cause for a third eye. I was immediately set at ease.

Eastland Café serves a happy hour menu replete with inexpensive, yet high quality, drinks and food. The waitress was very forward in encouraging I choose from it. This is a big deal because the prices on the happy hour menu are THE BOMB………..oh wait……….I’m suppose to be seriouser here….. yes I know seriouser isn’t a word. It is now.

I ordered a stone-baked pizza marguerite with a side order of fried green tomatoes. NO I AM NOT PREGNANT AND YES I ATE PIZZA YESTERDAY…………. But not pizza like this. Hand-pulled mozzarella ALWAYS pushes a pizza over into the orgasmic category vs. regular chain-restaurant pizza. OOOH…. I am NOT being seriouser. The pizza was excellent, but the pièce de résistance were the fried green tomatoes. They were slathered in this strange relish that was sweet yet burned my mouth. I wanted to lick the plate when I was done. I didn’t. Someone who licks the plate does not say “pièce de résistance” and they probably don’t write restaurant reviews either. Oh bugger……. I guess I’ll never be a restaurant review columnist. BUT………. I will dine out alone again. It’s not bad. I had 2 martinis, a pizza, and fried green tomatoes all for under $20……………. And I have left over pizza for lunch tomorrow. WATCH OUT FOR THE LUNCH TIME HAND-PULLED MOZARELLAGASM!!! errrr.

Go forth young (wo)man………alone or in a group to the http://www.eastlandcafe.com/index.html