I just realized I didn’t post one thing in November. How sad!! I think I wrote a few drafts, but never got around to publishing them.
Well, I guess I could blame it on my busy-ness. But, instead of sharing every detail of my schedule with you (that’s what the Christmas update letter is for), I’ll share my evening at The Melting Pot with you.
Wednesday night was ladies night at The Melting Pot. Sounds fun, right? My friend Heather made reservations for 7:15 PM. A group of us were to meet there, have dinner and exchange Christmas ornaments.
I had never been to The Melting Pot, so I didn’t really know what to expect.
When I first arrived, I got a front row parking space in a very crowded lot. I knew this was going to be a good night.
Upon entering the restaurant, I was immediately overwhelmed by the mass of women standing by the door waiting to be seated. It was ok, though. I was just glad we had reservations.
Or did we?
Heather insisted she had set reservations for 7:15 PM. But, once 7:45 PM passed us by, we began to question. Not long after that, we were finally seated toward the back of the restaurant, near the kitchen, with only one neighboring table.
Our waiter took our drink orders and returned promptly with drinks in hand. He asked if we wanted sit and chat with our drinks for a while or if we were ready to order. I promptly responded, with my water in hand, “bring the food, please.”
I realized a little later into the meal that a nice thing about The Melting Pot is that they don’t rush you through anything. Which, of course, is why we didn’t get seated right at 7:15. The meal experience lasts for several hours per table.
Our appetizer was a white wine/sherry based cheese sauce that included a shredded cheese blend, blue cheese, spice of some kind and shallots. I’m usually not a blue cheese fan. In fact, I loathe blue cheese. So, when he dumped the blue cheese into the pot, I felt my heart sink. But, I decided to give it a try. And, much to my dismay, I actually liked it! We had bread to dunk in the cheese, as well as apples and an assortment of vegetables. The apples were my favorite.
As we ate our appetizer, the table next to us (four “ladies”) became increasingly loud…which of course coincided with the amount of liquour they were consuming. Martinis, if you must know. Anyway, it wasn’t that bad at first. They were talking about mild things…like anti-aging cream.
After we finished our appetizers, the waiter cleared the table and then delivered the freshest of salads. It was a field greens-type salad with cubed pieces of mango (or something like that) and hearts of palm. It had a citrus vinagrette dressing. It was perfect for clearing the palette.
Meanwhile, the group next to us continued to get louder. They shared things that I wish I had never heard. I’m glad they have healthy sex lives with their special someones. I truly am. But, really. I don’t need to know the details. I don’t need to know what turns them on. I don’t need to know to what degree of pleasure they’ve, um, experienced. I really don’t.
The entrees were brought out once our vegetable broth had come to a boil. We had two large plates of meat that included chicken, shrimp and sirloin. There was also a few stuffed ravioli on each plate. And, we were given a bowl of vegetables that included potatoes, mushrooms, broccoli and squash with a “search and rescue spoon” in case food items fell off the fondue forks while cooking. The waiter also gave us all kinds of sauces to dip our food in. We had a curry sauce, a teriyaki sauce, a barbecue sauce, a Gorgonzola sauce, a spicy cocktail sauce and a green goddess sauce (a house favorite). They were all delicious.
While we were enjoying our entrees, excitement rose at the next table. Apparently, one of the ladies found a hair in their food. Naturally, the discovered hair led to another delightful conversation. Again, I don’t care to know where these ladies did and did not have hair. It’s not table conversation. Their waiter and manager soon returned to their table offering a free round of drinks. Great.
By the time our entrees were eaten, I was fairly full. But, I could manage some dessert. We had a white chocolate dipping sauce with chopped butterfinger (the candy bar) stirred in. The dessert plates contained cheesecake, brownie bights, pound cake, oreo covered marshmallows, grahm cracker covered marshmallows, rice krispie treats, strawberries and bananas. All were good. The rice krispie treats were divine!
As we finished up dessert, the table next to us got eerily quiet. I realized they were all trying to figure out their tips. When their waiter returned one of the ladies felt the need to share her feelings regarding the Jonas Brothers with him. I felt sorry for him. He had to stand their and smile and pretend to be interested. I wanted to tell him that they had already filled out his tip…he didn’t need to fake it anymore.
I was uncomfortably full by the time we were ready to leave. But, I was ok with that. If I’m going to spend $27 (tip not included) on a meal, I better be ready to pop by the time it’s all said and done.
All in all, it was a good experience. The food was tasty and the service was great. And, I have to admit, the ladies next to us certainly made it memorable. I’ll be back. Just not on ladies night.