Posted in Restaurant Reviews on March 13, 2008

I have spent more time than I care to rehash reassuring certain people that, no, I do not have a drinking problem, and yes, I can have fun without alcohol. I merely am just more entertaining when I post stories of my drunken jackassery.

But man, sometimes I am that drunk and sometimes it does help me have fun. Last night was one of those times.

I finally made it to Proof last night. EJ and I met up after work and consumed more glasses of wine than I care to remember. And the charcuterie board? It was our bitch. Cured meats might just be my favorite food group. This place might be one of my new favorite spots, though my wallet may not be able to absorb more than a monthly trip. If you have not been, please run there. Actually, sprint; it is that good.

EJ and I sat there for hours at our cramped table (my one complaint…the damn chairs are too big for those small tables) and had a long over due kvetching session. She states it much more eloquently than I, but EJ and I will always have a bond, as we have both stared in to the deep, dark recesses of the same hell and come out alive. Well, actually, I dragged her in to that hell…and she still talks to me. She is a more forgiving person than I.

As Proof is apparently the place to be, Aunt LifeSaver was also there with some of her friends and I think I managed to hold it together and make a somewhat decent impression. If I didn’t, I hope they don’t think less of her for having such a lush as a niece. She had no role in the childhood pain that leads me to drown my feelings on such a regular basis.

When the alarm on my phone went off this morning, the normally welcoming sound of Heart’s “Barracuda” was countered by a groggy, parched groan. Yes, Ann Wilson, I am indeed burning it down to the wick.