I rolled up to Rathbun's for a business dinner that I, honestly, wasn't really looking forward to. It had been a long week and I would have much preferred just having room service in my pajamas.
My mood started to change as I stepped out into the oddest, most industrial-looking restaurant building I've ever seen. My mind had completely changed as I stepped into the awesome space that holds Rathbun's restaurant.
My vodka martini was crisp & especially dirty. Appetizer plates flooded our table, each more amazing than the last: eggplant "french fries" with an ultra-spicy dipping sauce, mini-pork tacos, crispy calamari. I debated with a business partner-turned new friend on the merits of Rathbun's extensive menu. Crispy duck in a thai broth. Famous lamb chops. A local lettuce salad. A giant bone-in ribeye.
I finally settled on the local lettuce salad (it changes nightly) and the crispy duck breast which came swimming in (in a good way) a pool of green curry thai risotto. We split side dishes - unable to decide among the temptations of creamy grits, charred corn bathed in gouda cheese, and sautéed spinach. Too stuffed to be able to possibly eat dessert, I was talked into splitting a banana peanut butter creme pie. It was heaven.
When ordering sides, the leader of our group rattled off his starchy choices, leading the waiter to suggest that perhaps we need a vegetable. "Alright," he said. "We'll have the french fries."