my girlfriend and i have this monthly dinner thing that we do with a married friend of hers and her husband. it's a couple's night out and we just pick a good restaurant and have dinner and drinks. it's a fun time and we get a chance to eat at places we wouldn't normally go to. it's a good way to find great new restaurants, and believe me there's a lot of good eats in the cali bay area.
i love me some good louisiana cooking. in a previous career, i got sent out east and i spent a LONG year in mississippi. i probably doubled the asian population in that town when i got there. there wasn't much to do so my buddies and i made a few trips down to the bayou to get our dirty on. that's when i really found my appreciation for creole food.
so upon a recommendation from another friend of mine, i dragged us all to Nola's in palo alto. the atmosphere was good and fun with the bar packed with twenty and thirtysomethings. i wouldn't call the food authentic cajun cooking. typical california, it was more like a new orleans fusion if anything. regardless, the food was great. especially memorable was the crab risotto and the jalapeno cornbread. the risotto had a lemon cream sauce that was to die for and it was topped off with popcorn fried crayfish. i'm still drooling thinking about it right now. the cornbread came with something like a honey chili sauce that wasn't overly sweet and the slight bite of the peppers was satisfying. YUM!
afterwards, we met up with a group of friends of mine at a sports bar down the way. lively place and they had a freakin' mechanical bull there! i have to shamefully admit that it's not hard to make me do stupid shit. my friends were trying to get this one girl and her fiancee to ride the bull, but weren't very successful. so they're like, "Quan will ride it and he's not even drunk yet." it only took a beer and 30 seconds for me to agree to it. haha, i'm such a sucker. i have to admit, i did really well. it started out slow enough and then they started to kick up the speed. i was hanging on for dear life and making a good run at it. what ended up knocking me off was my damn thumb. the bull was kicking hard and a sudden direction change ended up knocking me over to one side of the bull. the way i was gripping the rope caused all my weight to be put on my thumb and i just lost my grip. it's still a little tender now, but totally worth it because i shamed the rest of my wuss ass friends into riding the bull too!
