Chez Desk: A Dining Review

Upon arriving at the finely appointed reception area, I was at once reminded of a quaint café that I happened upon while in Savannah one summer. Because it, too, smelled of Windex.




The walk to my table offered a lively preview of what was to come by allowing me to experience the overall ambiance in its entirety. The closely aligned avocado walls said “claustrophobic” without any of the pretense often associated with haughtier, more spacious establishments. And the patchwork carpet harkened back to a simpler time, one populated by bellbottoms and Mork from Ork.




The industrial-sized fan and dehumidifier added to the décor a hint of whimsy and black mold, resulting from a weekend-long power outage and subsequent ice machine meltdown/overflow combo. The squishiness was charming.




My place setting was nestled into a cozy corner next to a window that afforded a view of an idyllic lawn where chipmunks chased one another and hawks ate them. The soft glow from a pair of computer monitors added a sense of romance, mostly due to the images of Internet erotica they displayed. Who even knew such websites existed? Certainly not I.



I ordered the Grilled Steak Sandwich with caramelized onions, fresh provolone and a creamy horseradish sauce piled high atop a freshly baked and lightly toasted baguette. Accompanying it was Tippah County Caviar…a delightfully spicy blend of black-eyed peas, peppers and seasoning. What I got was this:




Of course, that didn’t stop me from brutalizing it.


With the exception of the meal coming in the midst of a 14-hour workday, all in all it was a rather enjoyable experience. Particularly the part that included the erotica.

The Dirtiest Thing I Heard on TV Tonight

"Nobody spurts better than North Carolina."

--Clark Kellogg, CBS College Basketball Commentator, calling the North Carolina vs. Villanova Final Four basketball Game