For A's 5th birthday, I told him we would take him out to dinner at the restaurant of his choosing. Now, my kid is a little foodie in the making, so he thought long and hard about this. Then he said: "Hob Nob, they have milkshakes." Good call, kiddo.
Hob Nob is one of our neighborhood joints. It's a place to chill, have a couple drinks, some good grub, nothing fancy, just a good place to hang out. A and I go there fairly regularly on Friday nights when L is working. Nishon, who owns the place with his brother Gilbert (and they own Gilbert's in midtown, too), is an old friend and it's always nice to go there and be treated like family.
The night of A's birthday celebration, L was with us. When I told him that A wanted to go to Hob Nob for his birthday, I expected some objection. Don't get me wrong. It's not that L doesn't like Hob Nob. It's just that L really likes fine dining, and I just expected that he would say "awww, come on, how 'bout Bones?" But instead, L said: "Hob Nob, cool. I haven't been there in awhile."
And I have to say, that Friday night, L's eyes were opened to just how great Hob Nob is. Nishon was waiting at the door to greet us. (He had seen my name on the book and listed as 3, not 2. He wasn't sure what to make of that. Did L have a Friday night off? Or would I arrive with another man??) We told Nishon how much A was looking forward to a milkshake and the server immediately brought one. With a candle in it, no less!
Everything we ate that night was fantastic. We started with the always-delicious hot pretzels and cheese sauce. Mmmmm. Those never disappoint. L had a pizza and couldn't stop gushing about how perfectly it was done. Usually, I can't get past the delicious short rib tacos. But that night, I decided to branch out and ordered a new entree item: lemon herb roasted chicken with coucous and vegetables. Man, it was SOOOO good! I practically licked the plate. A had the kids' chicken fingers and fries. I have to say, Hob Nob has *the best* chicken fingers in town! No lie.
The drinks were flowing. The food was awesome. What else could we ask for?
Nishon then brought out this crazy delicious dessert. I don't know what the hell it was. Some doughy thing covered in nutella and served with ice cream. Oh. My. God. Tell me again: why is it socially unacceptable to lick the plate??
It was great night. Thank you, Nishon. Can't wait to come back!
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Hob Nobbing
For A's 5th birthday, I told him we would take him out to dinner at the restaurant of his choosing. Now, my kid is a little foodie in the making, so he thought long and hard about this. Then he said: "Hob Nob, they have milkshakes." Good call, kiddo.
Hob Nob is one of our neighborhood joints. It's a place to chill, have a couple drinks, some good grub, nothing fancy, just a good place to hang out. A and I go there fairly regularly on Friday nights when L is working. Nishon, who owns the place with his brother Gilbert (and they own Gilbert's in midtown, too), is an old friend and it's always nice to go there and be treated like family.
The night of A's birthday celebration, L was with us. When I told him that A wanted to go to Hob Nob for his birthday, I expected some objection. Don't get me wrong. It's not that L doesn't like Hob Nob. It's just that L really likes fine dining, and I just expected that he would say "awww, come on, how 'bout Bones?" But instead, L said: "Hob Nob, cool. I haven't been there in awhile."
And I have to say, that Friday night, L's eyes were opened to just how great Hob Nob is. Nishon was waiting at the door to greet us. (He had seen my name on the book and listed as 3, not 2. He wasn't sure what to make of that. Did L have a Friday night off? Or would I arrive with another man??) We told Nishon how much A was looking forward to a milkshake and the server immediately brought one. With a candle in it, no less!
Everything we ate that night was fantastic. We started with the always-delicious hot pretzels and cheese sauce. Mmmmm. Those never disappoint. L had a pizza and couldn't stop gushing about how perfectly it was done. Usually, I can't get past the delicious short rib tacos. But that night, I decided to branch out and ordered a new entree item: lemon herb roasted chicken with coucous and vegetables. Man, it was SOOOO good! I practically licked the plate. A had the kids' chicken fingers and fries. I have to say, Hob Nob has *the best* chicken fingers in town! No lie.
The drinks were flowing. The food was awesome. What else could we ask for?
Nishon then brought out this crazy delicious dessert. I don't know what the hell it was. Some doughy thing covered in nutella and served with ice cream. Oh. My. God. Tell me again: why is it socially unacceptable to lick the plate??
It was great night. Thank you, Nishon. Can't wait to come back!
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