So. Last night was TheWife's company holiday party. However, this was not the large-scale, bland, overblown corporate shindig you might be expecting -- due to circumstances I won't go into, it ended up being a group of about a dozen employees and significant (or, in my case, insignificant) others heading out to dinner at a nice restaurant.
Given that we, as a couple, haven't gone out to dinner in about 8 months... you can imagine how excited we were at this development.
(Let's just say that finding a babysitter for 3 small kids is no easy task.)
Subsequently: we headed in to the big, bad city for dinner at Sorellina -- a trés chic destination located on Copley Square, right next to the Boston Public Library. After a large and absurdly delicious introductory glass of wine - as we waited by the bar for the rest of the party to show up - we sat down to what was easily one of the best meals I've ever eaten.
From my appetizer - a pasta called Maccheroncelli with American kobe beef meatballs and parmigiano in a barolo sauce, which is possibly the most incredible thing I've ever put into my body - to my 15oz. Angus Ribeye entree and side eggplant parmesan-type thing... it was eyes-rolling-back-in-your-head delicious. TheWife also seemed more than thrilled with her own market green salad with poached butter pears, gorgonzola and toasted pignoli, as well as her center cut filet mignon entree. (Both steaks were served with sea salt baked potatoes and roasted garlic salsa.) Do I even have to mention that the entire thing was accompanied by gallons of Newton Claret and Masi Valpolicella? No, I do not. Mmm.
As amazing as the food was, the experience rose to another level altogether when - about 2/3 of the way through dinner - we realized that sitting about a dozen feet behind me was David Ortiz, his wife Tiffany, and another guy who may or may not have been Julio Lugo. Let me just take a moment here to say that, even from the back in an atmospherically-lit restaurant, David Ortiz cuts a pretty recognizable figure. Biiiiig dude.
Of course, we were all thrilled by our newfound proximity to greatness, but we tried not to come off as too starstruck. Except, of course, for one of TheWife's colleagues, whose proclivity for poor judgment was apparently enhanced by a half-dozen glasses of wine and goofy cocktails -- and who started debating whether or not it would be appropriate for her to walk over and take a photo with her phone-camera-thing.
Despite a very clear - if gentle - response of "No, that would be a really bad idea" from me and two other guys at the table... she got up and walked over. Apparently, her intent was to ask if it would be okay to take a photo, but she somehow caught Ortiz' eye and got flustered -- so she just held up her phone and took the picture. At which point someone at a neighboring table said loudly, "Wow, that was rude." The colleague in question then walked back over to our table, looking very pale and shaken. She said, "People are very angry," then grabbed her pocketbook and jacket, and literally ran out of the restaurant.
Which made for a pretty interesting evening.
* We got out! At night! Without kids!
* Red wine is a good thing.
* Kobe meatballs in barolo sauce on funky pasta is the best thing ever.
* TheWife really, really, really enjoys red meat.
* More red wine is a good thing.
* Someone at our table really pissed off David Ortiz.
* Waking up after a phenomenal, wine-soaked dinner in the beautiful Back Bay only to realize that... God: it's Thursday, and you still have to get three kids fed and dressed before you go to work = not easy.
So. How was your holiday party this year?