Last night was, well, pretty awesome. Matt and I went to check out Farmer Brown, some upscale Soul Food. Not a bad place at all; Matt had the fried chicken and mac and cheese, I had the pork tenderloin and Waldorf salad. I wouldn't say it's the absolute best pork tenderloin I've ever had, but it was damn tasty. I enjoyed it, the fried chicken was delicious and you can't really beat the $3 bottled PBR. Given my exhaustive state, I avoided booze, myself, but next time I will definitely be checking out their quality cocktails.


Ben Folds played at the Warfield last night and he was fabulous as usual. He started off the show with a lot of new stuff and closed the show with a lot of old stuff. Rocco deLuca opened for Ben Folds. I was bored. I know that's sad, he's got a great voice, but the opener should be someone who pumps people up, not someone who puts people to sleep. I was pretty bummed. Regardless, Ben Folds made up for the painful first hour of the show.

Matt and I had to have the discussion of our ideal concert-going group - after the Ben Folds experience, they would probably not include: the loud-mouth super-squeaky yapper, the 60's chick who is really, really, really into the 'feeling' of the music (and whapping me in the face with her hair), the super over-zealous screamer fan... who would be your ideal concert group?

On a completely different train of thought, I'm watching Iron Chef and they just made the most awesome looking cinnamon ice cream... that sounds delicious right now.

Labels: concerts, music, restaurants, review