Ginger's and Jamie's
Highly enjoyable Friday night out with Liz, my sister Lucy and her husband/my brother-in-law Jamie. The plan for the evening had originally revolved around the mythical Digbeth Dining Club, themed food vans in a Digbeth Warehouse serving up gourmet fare. We decided to start the evening off with cocktails first, at the bar "Ginger's" on Newhall St.
Much was made of the more affordable cocktail choices (until 8 PM anyway); for my part I consumed quite a few, including "Johnny Cash", which leant heavily on the Maker's Mark. Some time after 8, we all jumped in a cab to Digbeth, arriving at the Dining venue only to find that every van had run out of food already. This was a little disappointing, as we'd assumed that a dining club which advertised itself as open from "5 til late" might reasonably be relied upon to serve food for most of that time, but we skedaddled off to Jamie's Italian up the road in Spiceal Street/The Bullring, to make the most of it.
More cocktails were consumed. There was a Gin and Earl Grey Martini, a special Mojito, a Negroni. It was probably too many, but at least this time we had food to accompany it. I was very pleased with my choice of the Beef Shin: delicious, tender, and full of flavour.
When we finished up dinner, it was knocking on 11PM, surprisingly. Home was just a short train ride away. Conversation for the evening had swerved towards the topic of drunken adolescent misdeeds, of which between me and my sister, we had quite a few. It was nice talking two-to-two with my sister and brother-in-law in a drinking setting; not something we do often. I largely escaped from feeling like the bad son, for a change, or otherwise guilty of one thing or another; and no awkward arguments broke out about the military. A success, even if my head on Saturday morning may have disagreed.
Much was made of the more affordable cocktail choices (until 8 PM anyway); for my part I consumed quite a few, including "Johnny Cash", which leant heavily on the Maker's Mark. Some time after 8, we all jumped in a cab to Digbeth, arriving at the Dining venue only to find that every van had run out of food already. This was a little disappointing, as we'd assumed that a dining club which advertised itself as open from "5 til late" might reasonably be relied upon to serve food for most of that time, but we skedaddled off to Jamie's Italian up the road in Spiceal Street/The Bullring, to make the most of it.
More cocktails were consumed. There was a Gin and Earl Grey Martini, a special Mojito, a Negroni. It was probably too many, but at least this time we had food to accompany it. I was very pleased with my choice of the Beef Shin: delicious, tender, and full of flavour.
When we finished up dinner, it was knocking on 11PM, surprisingly. Home was just a short train ride away. Conversation for the evening had swerved towards the topic of drunken adolescent misdeeds, of which between me and my sister, we had quite a few. It was nice talking two-to-two with my sister and brother-in-law in a drinking setting; not something we do often. I largely escaped from feeling like the bad son, for a change, or otherwise guilty of one thing or another; and no awkward arguments broke out about the military. A success, even if my head on Saturday morning may have disagreed.