And the location right inside the Convention Center's resident hotel couldn't be handier for visitors and inquiring locals alike. Good-looking brass fittings appoint each spacious booth, like the one we took possession of last week. Skillful and savvy, our waitress worked with our need to linger over the menu, coming back now and then to see if we were able to make the tough calls among myriad pastas, main-course salads and, of course, those serious charbroiled steaks. Our waitress smiled knowingly.
Girls just wanna have fun.
And how right she was. Addictive, we agreed, unable to stop popping them into our mouths. They had arrived at their exact point of perfection. Freshly fried, steaming hot and utterly delicious. This is what God has as an appetizer while he's watching CNN and sipping a nice zinfandel.