Fry-Day

After 5 days with a migraine I woke up as myself again this morning. It was nice to be back but I can credit that headache for some wasted time that I don't regret and great pampering by beloved Mel, whom I could not live without. Sometimes it's nice just to give in.

I started the day before the day even started with great intentions of conquering my work in lieu of the fact that the Overflow crew is taking Saturday off to go build a house for our community service project. My hopes were dashed when Tim called to say there were no plastics drilled so my work would not be ready until late afternoon. I just restructured my thinking and called Nikki in to do paperwork, which she is genius at and has taken the pressure of the business side of my business completely off my back. Oh, and made sure she brought Emma.

Miss Emma arrived and we made a plan to head to the lake. It's been eons since we've had an outing with the ducks. She was so excited! Nikki was jealous and said she wanted to go feed ducks. We squashed that and told her to go to work. Someone has to keep Overflow flowing. Out the door with all of the necessary equipment including an apple and some "beauty". We got to our spot and all of our old friends were there, Brownie and Mr Fatty taking center stage chomping bagels right out of our hands. Emma, flirted with all of the golfers and posed for the camera, all the while dancing in the grass musing about ducks and chickens and planes.

Late afternoon I left C-tech with a sigh of relief. Love weekends and my lack of traveling to Tempe. With that Friday feeling in my soul I stopped off in Scottsdale on my way back to do a restaurant with Mel. So here is my review of the next place you won't want to eat at:

The Office Bar and Grille at Desert Ridge.

First of all, let me say, there is not one damn good restaurant in all of Desert Ridge which is to bad because it's so conveniently located, though impossible to exit. The engineering of this strip mall is quite pathetic and you have to know secret passages usually involving an illegal u-turn to get back to the freeway.

We entered a nearly empty restaurant, the majority of the patrons drinking at the bar, all 3 of them. Even the one eyed guy seemed at home here. It was a comfortable atmosphere I suppose, if you like big screen TV's placed around the hemisphere every 3 feet all broadcasting the same program, yet at different intervals which made me a little dizzy. Why this place is called The Office was enough to confuse me. The walls were replete with autographed basketballs and Baseball Jersey's and all sports memorabilia that may have been impressive if I knew anything about it. The bare beam ceilings were beautiful reminding me nothing of any office I had ever been in. And giant blackboards boasted happy hour specials of which the 6 people a few booths away were clearly taking advantage of.

Our menu ranged from "I'm confused" to "how greasy is that going to be". And we were not disappointed!

Mel's Chicken sandwich with avocado was mysteriously presented with a whole avocado plopped on top. Try to bite into that! I was happy with my mushroom burger that resembled manwich. It was greasy enough to be flavorable. Pawpaw agreed when I brought it home to him via doggie bag where it belonged. I have to say though, they know how to do apple, jicima salad! And that's impressive, because who ever heard of it?

Enough of this nonsense. I have a house to build tomorrow.

Goodnight Safari!