November 29 marked six months of this cute OSF guy being an official fixture in my life.
To celebrate, we went to Forever Fondue, a first time for both of us. Man, is that place fun. You get to cook your own raw meat at your table! And there’s cheese dip! And your food’s always hot!
We got there at five o’clock for our reservation, which turned out to be unnecessary since we were literally (and I actually mean literally this time) the only ones in the restaurant for the first 45 minutes. So we had the 3 wait staff pretty much all to ourselves.
Okay, so I apparently have lived my life not knowing the joys of fondue. Or really what all fondue entailed. I thought fondue was dipping things in melted cheese. Or chocolate. But apparently there’s so much more to the experience.
The first part of our meals consisted of salads and the cheese sauce, in which we dipped bread, apple slices, and cauliflower. (They also brought us cherry tomatoes, which were of course left untouched in the bowl by both of us).
Then the real meal began. Our waitress brought out our platter filled with teriyaki steak, chicken, shrimp, filet mignon, scallops, broccoli, zucchini, carrots, and mushrooms. She gave us instructions on cooking times, then left us to it.
It wasn’t like the greatest food in the world (but still yummy!), but the experience was awesome. Soon we had it down to an art as we multi-tasked between cooking new pieces and eating the ones that were finished. I think my favorite part of the whole concept is that dinner is drawn out so much, so there’s time to talk about all the random things we talk about, while we wait five minutes for our chicken to cook all the way through.
So, yeah, it was fun.
After dinner we went walking around La Jolla, down to the shore and Chris explained to me how the ocean works (something about the moon and tides and currents), and we agreed the whole idea of anything but creation is a stupid idea. Because just look at the ocean, people! It’s crazy!
And Chris showed me this crazy bridge/dam type thing down at the shore right next to the Sea Lion’s sleeping area. Somehow I’ve never heard of this thing in all my 25 years living in San Diego, and numerous trips to La Jolla Shores. You pretty much go right out over the ocean, and the waves are lapping at your feet, and it’s crazy! We made it all the way to the end, and just as Chris was turning back toward me, this huge wave comes up over his head, right where he’d been standing. We’d angered the ocean gods! So we ran back the length of the thing (very carefully, mind you), with the ocean nipping at our heels the whole way.
It was fun.
Happy six months, babe! Love you!