We head to Lodi and went to Fenix (pronounced Phoenix) for dinner. It is run by a friend of ours. We met him when he lived at our complex and we have followed him from restaurant to restaurant. After his last one changed hands and chefs, he was severely injured in a gas oven explosion. He fought long and hard to get back the use of his hands, but after many surgeries and PT, he opened Fenix - everywhere you look is tribute to fire, including a gas flame over the kitchen.
We hadn't been there in a while because he only changes his menu four times a year and it's a small menu. Last night just seemed right
We started with a roasted carrot and cauliflower app on a yogurt cream cheese base. I also had some Michael David Earthquake zin.
Then TBG had a bowl of clam chowder and I had probably the best Caesar ever.
We followed with the Prime rib special, which was honestly no great shakes and not worth $50. I had shrimp and grits and it was wonderful (and $24).
Dessert was a lovely bread pudding
As we were getting ready to leave, I snapped this of TBG. You can see the wall behind him.
All in all, it was a fun evening, if a bit more than we usually spend. The drive home was very foggy, but we got back in one piece and that's what counts at the end of the day.