Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Charlotte: Ms. Ivey First Day Extravaganza (Part 2)

I will just have to dub the short time I had with Ms. Ivey as ‘A Tour of Charlotte’s Foodie Best! After we finished with the Prothonotary Warbler hike we had to change... we had to change on the run. Since we went hiking we were in pants and t-shirts. But since we were going out to dinner and desert with drinks we needed to change into dresses. In preparation we had packed a bag so we could change into our evening clothes. Of course it would have been easier to drive back to the house but that would have added an extra hour or so of driving back and forth. Besides who needs to go home when there is a perfectly good Bojangle’s bathroom just down the street.

After a quick superman quick-change, where I managed to get a few puzzled looks from the patrons, we returned back to the car to put on our makeup. Because you know the best place to apply makeup is in the car.


After our change we headed downtown to The Dandelion Market. Ms. Ivey said if we did ANYTHING at all it would have to be this restaurant, a tapas place with the most amazing food ever. A cute quaint little place it was full of cool people, eating amazing food, drinking yummy drinks... and one baby (which was odd).


Of course I wanted to order one of everything on the menu, they actually have something on the menu that you could get everything, but Ms. Ivey again talked me out of it. Instead we agonizingly poured over the menu and picked a few things. Tapas, I thank goodness, is God’s gift to the indecisive menu orderer like me. Instead of putting all your eggs in one basket and only choosing one meal you instead get to pick 4-6 mini meals to share with a friend.


I have to say we scored a billion percent on our choices. Either everything is as good as what we ordered, which Ms. Ivey assures me is true, or we picked all amazing choices. I think if I had to pick a favorite it would be the Artichoke and Roasted Red Pepper cheese dip which was OH SO FATTENING and oh so amazingly delicious. I am determined to reproduce it so I can make one whenever I want (which might just be every single day for a month).


Afterwards we walked the few blocks to Crave, a dessert and wine bar. If I ever opened a restaurant it would be a place like Crave. fabulous wine selections and the best desserts under one roof, why would anyone else want anything different.


It was a Wednesday night so it wasn’t super crowded which was pretty nice. We got sat and immediately our waiter brought our fancy cucumber water and started his spiel about Crave. Ms. Ivey however stopped him in his song and dance; she is super allergic to cucumber so cucumber water wasn’t going to work so well for her. Strawberry delicious drink in a pretty glass however super agrees with her, as long as you skip the horribly un-sipable mini straws!


I looked through the five page dessert menu and the four page wine menu in agonizing dismay. Oh how could I just pick one! In the end I picked three desserts and then made the waiter narrow it down to just one. Having worked in a restaurant for years I know that often the wait staff will know better what to order than me just randomly picking something from the menu. I like to ask their opinion as they are very often wrong. I was torn between the Flourless Chocolate Lava Cake, the Red Velvet Cake and the Crème Brule so I laid those options out to him. He didn’t even hesitate in telling me that I HAD to have the Red Velvet Cake. Oh how right he was. I am a lover of Red Velvet Cake and this was by FAR the best I had ever had. Paired with a red wine and it became simply perfection!


A great end to a fantastic day. We had our mini stroll through downtown back to our car for the ride home. I was officially stuffed and happy. Thanks Ms. Ivey... you are an awesome hostess with the mostess!



paul peggy zeus said...

Great friends and good food, it doesn't get any better than that!

Jennifer Arens said...

That sounds like a perfect day! You'll have to fly out there again and I'll meet you :)

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