Last night we went with some friends to Zocalo, which has a yummy sounding menu and a pretty decent Zagat review. But the food... booooorrrrring. I've had more interesting and better food for $8 an entree, and this cost $17-20 a plate. I had the shrimp with vegetables and rice, which was pretty uninteresting, except for the poblano peppers (because poblano peppers are always good), and J had the pork which ostensibly had a citrus marinade, though it was subtle at best. However, I will say that the dessert I shared with CC was good - it was a rice pudding with cinnamon and raisins in a waffle shell. If I had to go there again, I'd just get that for dinner.
After dinner we went to Pod, a place my friend Tuesdayscoming has always recommended. We didn't have the sushi because we'd just had the fabulous dinner I just told you about, but we did have drinks and sit on funky red cubes and we did see some really interesting dresses that would have gotten Project Runway hopefuls kicked off the show for sure. In a fitful act of rebellion against my wallet I ordered a lychee cocktail, and it was only ok. But I was craving lychee, so I satisfied that urge. I would recommend, though, that the bar revise the drink and omit the vanilla vodka as it's entirely unnecessary in an already sweet drink. I also tried my friend's Dirty Martini, the first I've had, and I think I might have to make that my new drink for those times when I forget that a Tom Collins is my favorite drink. (And I do forget that all the time. But maybe that has more to do with the relative infrequency with which I ever go out these days.)
Then, while I was still sipping my lychee cocktail, J was eyeing the trees outside, which were starting to wave wildly back and forth. So cozy inside, I hardly noticed. Eventually J decided that rain was imminent and suggested we try to beat it home, so CC, J and I tried to run back to Center City (CC in her cute heels). As we walked, flashes of lighting cracked overhead, causing me to reach out once for CC's arm (I missed, and won't tell you where I actually grabbed). And once the crack of lightning was so loud that all three of us stopped in our tracks and crouched in preparation for whatever might fall on us, and then laughed at our reaction. It soon became apparent that we weren't going to make it back, but we managed to find a cab just as the first large raindrops came splashing down. Given the extent to which I was soaked just from running from the cab to our front door, I can only imagine how drenched I (and my camera) would have been had we walked home across the bridge.