The French Cafe

Lisa & I had dinner at The French Cafe last night. It was our 29th anniversary, and it had been far too long since we visited my friend Tony Abbott’s place.

The food and service were, as always, above and beyond wonderful. The French onion soup and escargot have not varied from perfection in all the years we have gone there. The Chateaubriand was outstanding, accompanied by Brie-stuffed tomatoes that were simply unforgettable. The cherries jubilee topped it off perfectly.

The French Cafe has had a reputation as a pretty expensive place to eat, but quite frankly I think it is less expensive now than ever. We spent only slightly more on dinner last night than we did at a good-but-not-great place in Charlotte we tried last week. The atmosphere, service, and food at French Cafe are in a completely different class.

I feel sorry for those poor suburban slobs who think that abomination known as Mahogany Prime is what a good restaurant is about.

Dickie’s Bar-B-Q

There’s not a whole lot of BBQ joints in west Omaha these days…  oh, who am I kidding?  You can’t toss a dead cat without bouncing it off a sign with some variation of flames and pig.  Anyway, Lisa & I ate here one night a few weeks ago.  The food wasn’t bad at all.  They even have passably good fried okra, which seems to be in short supply this far north.  Hmmm, maybe I should plant some in the back yard, I’m sure THAT would thrill the neighbors.  Anyway, aside from the country music playing (mercifully not too loud) the place wasn’t bad.  Pretty pricey, though.  If you find their food irresistible, you’ll go back.  We may or may not — it’s a tad above average in food quality, but a few points higher in price than I’d like to see.  Apparently the rent is pretty high, or they figure they’re in the high rent neighborhood.

Ask Ted Turner how that worked out for him.