The actual occurrence of a Real Restaurant Date was rare enough in the high school life of your correspondent as to count as magical.
A short time later, according to an article in The Tribune, he took her to a restaurant, a date which led to a sexual encounter in a hotel room.
I learned from painful experience that a dinner at a restaurant first date is a rookie mistake.
So whether you are a faithful foodie, or simply an overly hard-pressed New Yorker, I wholeheartedly recommend a restaurant week date for one.
The old Priory, which is now a hotel and restaurant, dates from the early to mid 17th century.
Renowned for its oxtail stew and pickled tongue (and if you're a really loyal customer, blood sausage), the restaurant dates to a time when Basque shepherds would make the journey from Spain and France to tend sheep in odd pockets of the American Southwest.
A letter from the restaurant dated Aug. 15 points out that it has 15 waiters; 55 is the total number of employees.
A post from the restaurant, dated June 26, thanked Montrose patrons and said it would open elsewhere, but didn't expand on the new location.
The Bootlegger Bistro (7700 Las Vegas Boulevard South, 702-736-4939), an old-fashioned Italian restaurant, dates to 1949, making it practically prehistoric in Las Vegas years.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, we'd stop for lunch at The Berghoff, an old school wood-paneled restaurant dating back to 1898, when it began as a men-only saloon that served free corned beef sandwiches with the purchase of a stein of Berghoff beer.
