Tonight Mr. Twinkle's entire fam went out to that gorgeous new place in Anchorage, the Village Anchor Pub. It was just lovely--I recommend taking Classic Cocktail on the road one of these months, because the setting was beautiful and the menu delicious. There's a Daisy Buchanan champagne cocktail with honeysuckle bitters. I had the Capriole goat cheese trio that was served with honey that had lavender buds sprinkled on top--Lola would have been in paradise. It was just divine. I need to make a return visit so I can have their version of the hot brown, which is made with pulled chicken and candied bacon.
So, we were all ordering and my MIL ordered the fried chicken (which also looked wonderful), and FIL yelled out in front of the waiter and entire table of extended family, "The fried chicken is soaked in buttermilk!" I'm pretty sure my MIL wouldn't have even cared about the kosher ramifications of chicken soaked in buttermilk--she's more of a "what I don't know doesn't hurt me" type of a gal. Well, it totally put her on the spot and she had to change her order right then and there. It was so annoying. I don't know what gives him the right to be the food police.
Grandma-in-law got the fried chicken and it looked absolutely wonderful (I guess even FIL has qualms about bossing around his mother-in-law). My brother-in-law wanted the hot brown, too...we decided that we'd go back one of these days, without the food police.
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