Birthdays and Nights.

Although I was caught in the act of sneaking in my vegan chocolate stout cake to be served after dinner, Wok Man played the clueless part as best he could. Birthday dinner was at Lodge, one of the many eateries in the hub of Williamsburg, Brooklyn. The vegan ravioli, one of their seasonal vegetarian dinner specials, was a delicate and delicious blend of artichoke, mushroom and zucchini in spinach ravioli and covered in fresh tomatoes, olives and artichoke. 

And there she is, the vegan chocolate stout cake. After forcing the subject several times, being able to “talk long” about a piece of cake myself, it received such high praises as “best I’ve had in recent memory” and “exactly what I wanted”. Not bad! Currently the leftovers are in Milwaukee, having caught a flight out of LaGuardia earlier this evening, helping to change the general consensus on vegan baked goods in the land of dairy.

After dinner the big German lug and I hit a real-life authentic biergarten, Radegast Hall, right smack-dab in the middle of the hip urban sprawl. This amazing tavern boasts a large selection of German and Belgium bottles and drafts. We ordered two half-liters and skipped the special that included a free bratwurst. Eek. Despite the menu of burly and barbaric foods, I loved the feel of the place. It felt more Wiliamsburg, Virginia (Busch Gardens) than Williamsburg, Brooklyn.

Although in favor of experiential gifts, I threw in a tactile one. My latest cross-stitch creation, below, is a long time in the making, having spent its early years as a scribble in my long-term “doo-doo to-do” list. It’s a quote you may recognize from Oran “Juice” Jones‘s classic song of infidelity and random freestyled similes.