We had a nice evening last night, but it was not the one we had planned for. We picked up Jeff, then had to go back because he forgot our card, then TBG took the wrong street and got turned around (he's only lived here nearly 30 years). Then he wanted to show Jeff this new school that is being built and we went down a street that Jeff said he'd never been on. And he's lived here 45 years. Finally got to Barb's and got her picked up.
Happily we left plenty of time to get from Stockton to Lodi, mostly because of evening traffic, of which there was none. We showed up at the restaurant with ten minutes to spare, only to be told that we had to sit inside because everything on the patio was booked. Except we booked a table on the patio, that’s where our reservation was for. Nope, couldn’t accommodate us, but they had a table inside and in the worst possible spot of the restaurant (the noisiest and probably why it was still available).
Now, I could have understood if we’d just shown up or called in the reservation the day before, but TBG booked it on Monday and was very specific about where we wanted to be. He had the name of the person, time and date, but that meant nothing to them. They were so sorry, the tables on the patio was all booked and there was no way we would be getting out there. TBG talked with the manager who blithely said, "We don't guarantee where you'll sit, just that you will have a table." TBG said that perhaps it would be better if we just left and the manager agreed with him. Can you believe it?
So, we left and went over to Rosewood. Somehow, they always have room and we got a fabulous table on their outside patio and we have a great meal. It’s a shame that Pietro’s feels they have so much business they can turn people away, but this is the second time they pulled this. I’m not sure there will be another chance for Pietro’s. Barb was furious to be treated like that.
Anyhow, we had a fabulous meal with some really interesting choices, like deviled eggs with caviar and chive flowers and prosciutto wrapped peaches with figs and drinks. I had brought along a bottle of Rombauer Barbera, so we had that with the main course. I had a fabulous calamari Bolognese (it was actually in the sauce. It smelled a little fishy, but tasted wonderful. TBG and Barb had rib eye steak and Jeff had sea scallops that he proclaimed were absolutely perfectly prepared.
Since everything came ala carte, we also ordered ‘rainbow’ carrots, wild mushrooms and a sort faro and parmesan risotto. Then dessert, vanilla gelato with olive oil, roasted pistachios and figs for Barb. Jeff had the vanilla gelato with seasonal fruits and berries and TBG had butter cake (and it really did taste like it was made with pure butter). I have a little of his cake, but mostly I was stuffed. All in all, it was a nice evening.