Oak Room

Today I got all gussied up in a suit and scrambled up 93N at 80 mph to meet Jenny on time for our 12:30 lunch reservation at the Oak Room in Copley Square. Good ol' restaurant week allowed us to eat at a place that looked like a place that Mortimer and Randolph Duke would dine at for only $20 each.






The place was enormous. Carvings and moldings and animal heads and chandeliers and chippendale furniture and brass and everything else. It had two large rooms up front and a smaller room in the back where they put the restaurant week trash like us. Unfortunately our room didn't have 50 foot ceilings, but fortunately it also wasn't filled with old people
with their wobbly jaws chewing sirloin while gravy pooled up in the cracks in their rich old faces.

Restaurant week lets us bumpkins dine on three course meals and the choices at the Oak room were:

clam chowder or salad
beef sirloin or salmon
and Boston creme pie for dessert.

We both ordered the salad and the salmon. I didn't want to get the beef because of the 8 pounds of Grade F red meat I recently ate at Six Flags.

Salads were fine. Then came the entree. Waiter put salmon down in front of Jenny and the sirloin down in front of me.

A few minutes later he came back and called himself on the error. I didn't want them to just toss the plate, which he said they would, so I kept the sirloin. We ended up getting our Peligrino for free. Two bottles at $8 each made a difference.

So all in all the Oak Room is pretty sweet. Some night I'd like to get a group of us down there all dressed up and looking regal. Then we can scare the blue bloods and blue hairs with wine-fueled banter.