New Year’s Eve kicked off with a prix fixe dinner at Salazar. First I should mention, I stutter and stammer when I try to pronounce “prix fixe.” Second, I was mortified and sad that, as the first customers, we were seated right next to the door which let in freezing air. But? It was delicious. And I stand by my feeling that I enjoy this restaurant so very, very much. Every course was yummy.
Capped it all off by retaining rock star parking in front of Sundry and Vice for a few (quite tasty) cocktails. Made it home in time to watch the ball drop streaming on the internet.
Salazar, all vertical and stuff.