la caille

(Disclaimer: Spell check isn't working and I know there are several mistakes here. I appologize for letting you all down, seeing as I am an English teacher and I should be able to spell, but I can't and usually rely heavily on Spell check. Stupid spell check!)

I had my first dinning experience at La Caille last night. La Caille, for those of you non-Utah locals, is a fancy French restaurant hidden in a little wooded area of the fancy Cotonwood neighborhood. My mom invited me to go with her to a retirement party for a woman she worked with when she first started at Primary's; this woman was the only person to give my mom a baby shower when I was born.

I was super impressed with La Caille for various reasons. First, the grounds (albeit covered in snow) were gorgeous and quaint and even the icecicles were pretty. Second, the interior of the restaurant was nothing close to that of, let's say, McDonalds--very classy, very European, very appealing. And third, the food was literally to die for.

We had a yummy green salad with asiago cheese on top, which was just about enough to put me over the edge: SO. FREAKING. GOOD. I even at the tomato--I normaly don't touch tomatoes.

Next, our entree's came. I orderd grilled chicken with mango salsa. It was delicious, even though after I saw the beff I wished I would have ordered that. This entree came with brocolie and it was the best I'd ever eaten.

And after a while of letting that yumminess consume me, they started brining out desert. I ordered the Banana Foster, which was said to be "flambeed" on the menu. They first brought a plate with a cookie, an orange slice, one strawberry, and two black berries and I thought, "wow, that's pathetic...I don't even see banana's!" Then they brought out a goblet of ice cream cubes (not a scoop, CUBES!) And then I see them carry these little dishes in which they poured rum and then lit on fire. The only way for you to see what it looked like is to visit La Caille's website, click on "Dining at La Caille," and then on "Our Menu." Go to "Tour our food" and then the 14th picture is a picture of my deseret. (It wouldn't let me copy and paste. Lame). Needless to say it was the coolest thing ever. And it tasted pretty dang good, as well.

My mom and I sat at a table with some big-wigs from IHC, as well as the doctor for the quarum of the 12 and first presidency. He told some neat stories about President Hinckley and President Monson. And then he was talking casually about his "good friend Dieter," meaning Elder Dieter F. Uchtdorf of the 1st Presidency. Our table was the only one where people weren't drinking and my mom and I later decided we were sitting at the Mormon Table.

And then I came home and dyed my hair brown.

All this on a Friday evening.

Now I must spend some time working on my Sharing Time for tomorrow and cleaning the house. I'm glad to have a 3 day weekend with no school on Monday.

Happy President's Day weekend!