This is so embarrassing. After a long day of showing Dom some of the best things Michigan has to offer (I mean honestly, who doesn’t love ice cream and art), I whisked her off to my favorite restaurant.
Only guess who forgot to bring her camera. I figured I would snap away on my iPhone but they’re pitiful and I may have walked away from my computer in frustration when I uploaded them.
However, in the name of wanting to finish the story of Dom’s visit, I’ve uploaded them anyways:
Fishbones is my favorite restaurant. Ever.
You know when you decide to try a new restaurant over the weekend but when the time comes, you look at the person you’re going with and hint ‘I really am craving some (food of choice) from (favorite restaurant)’ and hope that they suggest going there instead? For me, that’s Fishbones.
A New Orleans style restaurant “reminiscent of 1920s Bourbon street” with a “cabaret style and authentic French Quarter feel”. You really can’t get much better than that.
You’re greeted with rolls fresh from the oven with a slab of garlic butter that will change the way you look at all other spreads.
And the sushi . . . there are no words. Just look at them, aren’t they beautiful?
Plus, you’re given your chopsticks early, allowing you to become the epitome of grace and sophistication.
There’s a piano hanging on the wall, a giant blue-lighted aquarium and enough beaded necklaces to convince you that Mardi Gras is an all-year event.
The next day, after a thoroughly satisfying pancake breakfast, we said our “see you soons” (I refuse to say “goodbye”) and Dom was on the road.
I love how easy it is to keep in touch with friends all over the world but there really is nothing like getting together in person.