Where we ate: We have wanted to eat for years at Olive and Oak, and this was the night. I had checked the on-line menu earlier and discovered that other than the giant hundred dollar steaks the food was all a) unfamiliar to my stomach or b) seafood in St. Louis or c) spicy or d) unusual in some other way to make it not reliably digestible. I skimmed past Oysters … Lubina … Goat … Sole … Pork steak/chicken wings with spicy sauce … Carpaccio … until I considered having a hamburger at the best restaurant in town like a child.
Then I saw they had lamb chops. I was careful to start with bread, and only eat two of the three chops given, and then eat just the best part of the butterscotch pudding and it was all delicious. When food is twice as expensive as I might expect then I expect it to be at least twice as delicious, and this was.
What I wore: This week’s performance was about a young woman who has traumatic brain injury. I dressed on theme in a colorful kimono, flowy pants, and a helmet.
I had to swap out my daily wig for a bob that would hold up better in the drizzly rain. I may go back to changing up the wig for every performance. I do have a long barrel-curled one I’ve only worn once because I was just too much. That might suit for Romeo and Juliet. What wig says Streetcar Named Desire?
(Oh, calm down. I didn’t wear a helmet.)
Who we saw: We sat next to a young woman who whooped and showed her appreciation for everything. It turned out she works at the Opera and was showing her encouragement for the extras.
The family SalmonPants brought children again, but different children. I feel like I have imprinted like a duck on SalmonPants and his entourage.