Belated Thanksgiving Report

Because we had no gas, Ellen made a reservation for Thanksgiving dinner at the Smoke House, a venerable old somewhat-above-mediocre 40's restaurant in Burbank, right next to Warner Bros. Studios.  Maybe Bogie ate here.

When we arrived, Grandma rounding out our party of four, we realized we'd be having dinner with 1,000 of our closest friends.  There was a line of about 50 people ahead of us just to check in!  (See photo.)  The line featured Eric McCormack of Will & Grace -- proof that there are no favorites at the Smoke House.  Patience hanging by a thread, I went to the bar to get us drinks and dragged Hunter with me.  After waiting for a few minutes I found myself yelling at the bartender, "Hey I was here before them!"  Again, modeling excellent behavior for young Master Hunter.

Drink in hand, I decided to loosen up and just enjoy the experience.  Our reservation was for 7:00 PM, and we got seated at 7:45.  It proved to be a little difficult to get napkins, but otherwise it was pleasant and festive.  Lots of big parties.  I've had better prime rib, but Ellen and Hunter seemed to enjoy their traditional turkey dinner.

I decided this year that I just don't love the traditional turkey dinner.  The meat is often cold, and I don't really favor yams.  I'd rather have steak, or creamy pasta.  That's what I'd give thanks for.  But really, the lesson learned is that the best part of Thanksgiving is the adult beverages.  Serve early and often.