Celebrate, celebrate, celebrate!
In a happy coincidence my boss has the same birthday as me. Even better, he thinks it’s totally cool that we share the day and we walk around all day annoying our team by constantly reminding them that February 3rd is the best day of the year. They roll their eyes and we laugh like crazy. If you’re rolling your eyes now, you’re obviously not born on February 3rd.
Well the boss and I obviously had to celebrate the momentous day by going out to lunch. A group of us went to The Elm Street Oyster House in Greenwich. I’d never been there before and had heard good things so I was eager to try it for myself. We walked to the restaurant located just off of Greenwich Avenue, on Elm Street. It’s not a very big place. You enter the restaurant on one side with a bar with exposed brick face and lots of lovely dark wood, which I love. Cross over to the dining room and you’ll find white walls with bold colorful artwork and lots of light pouring in from the large windows.
Obviously seafood was what we were in the mood for. Upon first glance the menu seemed imaginative though a little on the expensive side considering what I would expect to pay for lunch. This is, after all, Greenwich.
I chose shrimp cocktail for an appetizer, and for my entrée I had the Maryland Crab Cakes & Zucchini Fritter with Sautéed Spinach. The shrimp cocktail was quite good… good size and not ice cold. The cocktail sauce was of the ubiquitous red variety, I don’t know if it was homemade, but I’m a fan of the bottled stuff so I was happy. I wanted to love the crab cakes – but I didn’t. They were made with flaked crab, rather than lump meat. To be honest I have yet to find a crab cake that is really rave-worthy. The potato zucchini fritter was clever in thought, though I don’t think it quite hit the mark either. It might have been better with a crispier texture.
I had mild plate envy looking at what one of my co-workers ordered. He got the Lump Crab Salad Sandwich with melted Jack cheese, mesquite fries and corn relish. It looked really delicious and he seemed to really enjoy it, but I was aiming for something a little healthier or at least not covered in cheese. (I had a training appointment scheduled at the gym that evening and so guilt helped me make my selection.)
All in all it was a pleasant meal, but I didn’t find the need to tell anyone about it, which is usually a good indication of an exceptional dining experience for me.
So birthday lunch didn’t set off fireworks, but I am looking forward to birthday weekend plans. And before the day ends I’m pretty sure that my boss and I can come up with a dozen reasons why Aquarians rule or why February 3rd should be a national holiday.
Stop rolling your eyes.