Pre-Dinner at Le Turtle

Grace is one of my closest friends from college. She’s coming to town at a difficult time for me to see much of her (visiting from New Orleans) but I love her so much and I can never pass up an opportunity to spend time with her (even if it is in the middle of finals).

Carrie was on the ball for the occasion of our closest friend visiting; she snagged us a reservation for this coming Saturday night at Le Turtle. I have lovingly hated this place since it opened, its slatted full length vinyl blinds hurt my brain just to look at. I walk by it daily, buzzing with women in furs and tanks and chunky heels and their men, looking slightly more financial than they do. Then there are the servers– in full train conductor jumpsuit type get ups. Or maybe they’re being shipped back to a work-camp at the end of the night? Either way, they’re grey, they’re jump suits, and they are unflattering.

The website is an esoteric loop of 1970’s weird-core film and you have to blindly click through random geometric symbols to find the one that leads you to the menu. It reminds me of a restaurant website channeling a remake of Labyrinth that channeled the eponymous album, Prince. Or maybe I am just feeling nostalgic.

Dinner however… well.. I haven’t gone yet, but I certainly have hopes way up high. Based on what everyone has told me, I won’t be let down.

Full disclosure: I am not crazy about Freeman’s (same people at Le Turtle). The food there was decidedly mediocre in my opinion. I had a long brunch with TEN friends (how we all made it I’m still unsure),  and we had an awesome time (read: lots of cocktails) but the food was not very memorable.