I could bore you with the tale of my Thanksgiving but it truly was uneventful. With babies in the mix it is nice to get together w/ family but it is boring to think about after the fact. It is not like we turned it into a rager or Uncle Jerry passed out and pooped his pants. We just had good food, pretty low fuss, very calm. So I will avail you with grand tales of our family venture to the Public House in Hinesburgh. The weather in this part of the country is shit right now. It is too cold to really take the kids out and there is no snow to play around in anyway so it is just cold, gray, and gloomy. We were getting pretty restless by Sunday afternoon and w/ the kids deciding to say f*** you to their naps and their father... we needed an exit from the homestead. We tried driving for a bit but they were not interested in a car nap so we cruised over to Hinesburgh and decided to try a new to you joint, the Public House. Now the P.H. bills itself as a place for "Food. Friends. Drink"... when you bring two over tired babies into an establishment you test the "friendly" factor pretty damn quick. Well, they were friendly. It helped we got there early, like 4:15PM or so but they seated us right in the mix in a booth near the bar. The place was pretty quiet but had a nice vibe. The space was a little industrial but warm and inviting. We did not want to test fate so we ordered a beer and a couple apps. I wanted to continue to get not slim so I stabbed my lady in the back and ordered fries even though she was not really interested. Our server looked by a kid who should have been selling meth on Church Street but to our surprise he was very friendly, professional, and courteous. Our beer and food came promptly and was all pretty solid. The owner stopped by and said a quick hello. A hostess stopped by to say hello. My son has been a real ball buster all week. Seriously. This blond woman stops by and bends over to chat and he edges his way over and flashes a huge smile and his twinkling blue eyes in a shameless flirt that his old man has never attempted not thought to attempt. Little pip. The kids were very well behaved actually. We had a couple close calls w/ the plate of fries and my beer but otherwise they were quite and content to play w/ the menus. The food itself was pretty good. We ordered a side of fries that were hot, a little crispy, and maybe slightly too garlicky but really pretty good. We also ordered a pretzel (actually 2 per order). They were warm and crusty on the outside, soft on the inside, just a little salty and very good. The honey mustard dipping sauce was also tasty with a little kick. Decent beer selection on tap. Nothing crazy but plenty to choose from. As he brought us the check, our waiter advised us to take it easy, the weather was turning a bit and might be a bit slick. That small gesture earned him a little extra gratuity. I appreciate that effort and often find it lacking in Vermont. 1 3/4 thumbs up.
BTW, I watched the original Oldboy as it is supposedly a classic and a Spike Lee remake was bombing in the theaters this weekend. Pretty visually stunning and certainly unexpected. While not shocking by current standards(which are very low), it was a grade A f***d up premise and movie. I can not exactly recommend it but I also found it entertaining and at times very good. So on thumb chopped off and sent to you in a box sideways...
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