Celebrating Dad’s 56th birthday at Roy’s.

Roy’s is a Hawaiian fusion restaurant. Pretty nice inside, low-lit and intimate, a little noisy so as not to be stuffy, you know – one of the hundreds of “good for celebration dinners” options in San Francisco that offers a good meal. But I chose Roy’s specifically because they had an extensive and tasty drinks menu, and because it is indeed a little noisy inside. My dad isn’t the most “frou-frou” of guys and mostly just enjoys filling, delicious food. And drinks of course. He’s big on decent alcohol. Roy’s seemed to fit the bill exactly.

The fact they have an ooey gooey dark chocolate souffle dessert that I’ve had several times in the past didn’t sway me in the least to pick Roy’s. Tonight was my dad’s night. You don’t turn 56 every day.

We talked about my brother Chip, who’s in his fifth year at UC San Diego plugging away at dual computer science and business management degrees. We talked about 2011 and what it has in store for me – answer: quite a freaking lot. We talked about Mumsies who is still vacationing in Taiwan and having a grand ol’ time.

And in between chatting and living it up, we ate. We had a sampling of apps before our entrees. I got the macademia crusted mahi mahi, Dad had the surf and turf, and M had hibachi grilled salmon. M and Daddy-o also had a few drinks – Basil Cucumber Collins, 1988 (grapefruit vodka martini), Roy’s original martini (pineapply martini), Pineapple ginger mojito). I only had a tasting sip of all the drinks they got because I was the designated driver, but they were all pretty refreshing and slurpable. I would’ve probably ordered the Cucumber Collins myself. The others were a bit too sweet.

Dessert was the aforementioned chocolate souffle, liquidy chocolatey gold, and M ordered a nut tart of some sort, also pretty sumptuous. The food didn’t disappoint, that’s for sure.

Roy’s turns out delectably simple seafood. Rich, buttery and fresh cuisine that isn’t too crazy or fancied up. However, it does this at quite the price. I didn’t realize that entrees were basically $35 -$40 a pop, which is fine when you’re getting the sort of food and service you would expect at that price point, but I don’t feel that Roy’s is that type of place. Both M and I agreed that the food wasn’t worth it. Don’t get me wrong, my fish was terrific and the sauce uber-smooth and savory. It just didn’t feel worth the $40.

However, having said that, I will also say that I do not regret a single cent. Not a penny. This is why:1) I specified on my online reservation that it was my dad’s birthday and when we opened the menu, they had inserted a customized welcome note wishing dad  a happy birthday. Very unexpected and won them huge points in my book.2) They came out with the obligatory complimentary dessert with a little candle which was kind of expected, but still obviously a nice gesture.

3) This one sealed the deal. Toward the end, when we were on the last crumbs of dessert and licking our spoons clean, someone who I believe is the manager came over and handed my dad a scroll. Inside was a poem again celebrating his birthday. Wow. I was impressed and touched. And so was dad. That was all that I wanted.

It really makes me feel great to be able to take my dad out somewhere nice to commemorate his birthday. Both he and Mumsies have done so much for me and my brother. Nothing was too dear for us and we were really spoiled rotten. Roy’s made my dad happy and that alone, makes the restaurant a win and tonight a resounding success.Happy 56th Dad, I love you.

xoxo,

Jenn

 

 

I dream of…

…food.

Since we were camping this weekend, we didn’t get to do our Sunday farmer’s market raid. No market shopping = no produce.

= hella bare refrigerator.

M and I both haven’t had time to hit Cala Foods yet (and we are both secretly holding out until this weekend because we’ve been spoiled by farmer’s market goodies) so I have no food. The crisper is entirely empty save a few leftover jalapenos. Even Cleo didn’t want to jump into the fridge to sniff things.

I’ve been subsisting off cans.

So tonight, on our way to a special event, M and I picked up pizza from a corner eatery that is always full. I’ve walked past it many, many times and have always been astounded at how packed and constantly bustling it is.

Tonight was our night to try it.

The place was rocking as usual. But what I never saw from the outside was this gigantic roasting box of a hole in the wall. Apparently Piraat serves roasted chickens as well and if smells say anything, those chickens must be damn good. Vegetarians can appreciate yummy chicken smells without wanting to eat them!

I was starving. Literally so hungry I debated getting up as we were waiting for our pizza slices and finding some food from a convenience store to still the beast within my stomach. I also watched every minute jealously as it ticked by. So I know for sure that we waited 16 minutes total for our three slices. Me veggie, M pepperoni and a Hawaiian.

Pet peeve. When my veggie slice is sandwiched between the two meat slices. Why?!

Whatever, I got the biggest slice. And seriously, it was huge. Bigger than my face. That veggie slice was delicious. The crust was really thin and shattery and everything tasted super fresh. I wanted more sauce though. M agreed. He also thought his slices were a little too bready. I would for sure go back again. We were even talking about doing a family meal and getting a roast chicken when Chip comes back from San Diego – the boys could rip apart the chicken while I contented myself with the “two large sides, large green salad, and bread.” Sounds like a done deal.

As much as I hate to eat and run, we were eating and running down the street trying to make it to our event on time. What’s this mysterious event?

Another musical! The last time we were at the Curran, we saw “In the Heights” and it set the bar pretty darn high. Don’t worry, lest this blog become another venue for my predilection for Glee and all things musical, let me just reassure you that M and I don’t have any other shows to watch until November. Hey, as season musical ticket holders, you do what you must right?

Well, sadly I didn’t love it. I loved “Beauty and the Beast” last week, almost irrationally so. Something about “Dreamgirls” just didn’t click with me. Maybe it was the music. I really only loved three songs: “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going,” “One Night Only,” and “Listen.” I kind of spent the entire time – the musical was 2 hours and 45 minutes long by the way, can we say excessive? – waiting for those three songs. They were great, absolutely wonderful, but the music just wasn’t my thing.

Still glad I saw it, but I don’t think I will have the urge to go out and rent the movie or buy the book like I did with “Beauty” and “Wicked.”

Until tomorrow cheerios, sleep tight!

xoxo,

Jenn

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