One of the highlights every year at the San Diego Comi-Con is the food. After a long day on the convention floor eating as well as you can without succumbing to skanky convention dogs and $3 bottles of water isn’t easy.
So when the day is done, food is key on our minds.
The past few years I would say I had at least three great meals. This year? Well, here goes:
Wed. night a bunch of wound up at one of the local hotel bars that also serves food. Wed. night was also the travel daOne of the highlights every year at the San Diego Comi-Con is the food. After a long day on the convention floor eating as well as you can without succumbing to skanky convention dogs and $3 bottles of water isn’t easy.
So when the day is done, food is key on our minds.
The past few years I would say I had at least three great meals. This year? Well, here goes:
Wed. night a bunch of wound up at one of the local hotel bars that also serves food. Wed. night was also the travel day, so it’s the one night as group we’re typically the crankiest, and least capable of thinking straight. I should have played it safe and gone for the burger (which Ray said was just okay), but instead I made the mistake of getting an order of wings. They were lousy.
The second night was better. As we do every year, a bunch of headed out to Brian’s which has a mixed bag menu: part comfort food, part entrees. For the second year in a row, I went with the Peanut Butter Burger. Not a misprint. Peanut. Butter. Burger. Just like it sounds. Juicy burger, with cheese, bacon, and … yep, peanut butter. Sounds gross, tastes awesome. The service, on the other hand, was awful. One waiter for about 15 tables. I had to get up and pluck around for extra napkins, ketchup and pay the bill. My food was gooooood, but the experience was sub par.
Friday night, ironically, was the best meal of the week, by far. And I say ironically, because, as you’ll read in my next blog, Friday was otherwise my worst day of the convention. But dinner was awesome. A bunch of ate at Roy’s the hotel restaurant at the Marriott, which is physically in between the Convention Center and the Hyatt.
For an appetizer I had crispy lobster rolls in a sweet dipping sauce … yum … and for dinner, Ray and I both had the fillet mignon (Ray’s medium rare, mine medium well). So good. So, so good. And for desert, I had a pecan tart with vanilla ice cream. Again. Another home run. Paying the bill, however, turned out to be a bit of cluster bunk, as somebody (who’s name I won’t mention), came up $20 short, which I had to front, and when it came time to pay the bill, half the guys went outside to watch … something … and also to break balls for the rest of us with the bill. And, oh yeah, I made sure they paid.
Saturday night–the final night–was another disappointment. It was me, Ray, Henn, Marty and James and Jeremy Owen. We went to this Caribbean joint, which sounded promising, but boy it so was not. The service was ridiculous. The computer broke down. The waitress was frazzled. They didn’t bring out my second drink or take my appetizer order. As for my meal, I went with the sweet glazed ribs, which sounded quite good, but in reality, were just very …. eh. When I order ribs, I want awesome, otherwise, the ribs just aren’t worth it. Mediocre ribs are worse than mediocre most anything else. Some food needs to kick ass to be worth the effort. Ribs are one of them.
Although … Ray and I did end up having a pretty decent slice of peanut better pie for desert at the Hyatt bar, so that somewhat salvaged the night’s delights.
All in all, not a great food trip, but it certainly had it’s moments.
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2009/07/30 09:00
Post edited by: rcolchamiro, at: 2009/07/30 09:01
