Dirty Thirty!

Although I haven’t been out in the world a full thirty years until about noon today, I am thirty. Ask my dad about it sometime. He likes to tell the story about how after I was born he went to lunch.

Yesterday I went out to dinner with Michelle, my parents, and my cousins and their parents. Between the nine of us four of us have June birthdays. We decided on Waterloo & City. I didn’t realize this place is new, only been around five weeks according to my uncle. It’s a great restaurant, but it’s not for those who don’t like to sit and enjoy a long meal.

Shrimp and zucchini fritters.

Foie Gras.

Braised beef short ribs pizza.

Murgh Makani. We were told it means “butter chicken.” Yeah, so in for this.

Of course we had to watch the Lakers game.

Whole roasted chicken. You can see the embers still glowing.

I forget what this was called, but it had rabbit, porcini, and bacon. I ordered after I saw bacon.

Fresh salmon.

Pork belly.

This is a terrible picture of a super creamy pasta with truffles. Everyone loved this sauce.

Strawberries and creme.

Chocolate and bananas.

Thirty years have passed. I’m not truly the world’s strongest billionaire. I don’t always lift heavy things…effortlessly. I haven’t gone multi-platinum. People don’t flock to places when they hear I’m going to be showing up. Am I where I want to be in life?

Most definitely, yes.