While resting up at our hotel Sam went down to the front desk to inquire as to where we could get a reservation for dinner this evening. He comes back with a 10:00 reservation at a place on Georges St. in New Towne called Tigerlilly. Nothing earlier, it was this or hotel food. My 48 year old mind conjures up a slightly Bohemian place that is reasonably quiet, artsy and with excellent local organic food maybe even a little light jazz if we're lucky. I wasn't even close. It was Friday night and we were met with a pounding disco beat and a trendy bar scene as our hostess saw us to our table.
Years ago my husband had worked with a woman from Edinburgh who favored revealing clothing and spike heels even for conservative business meetings and we never understood where she got such a notion in an industry like insurance. Now we know! She was hanging out at some of the night spots on Georges Street and forgetting to change her costume come Monday morning. I was the only female in the room in flat shoes and clothes that clearly put me on the dowdy middle aged tourist end of the spectrum. I knew for a fact, at this point, that both teetotalling grandmothers were spinning in the their graves because I had brought both of my teenage sons to a night club where there were scantily clad women and profuse amounts of alcohol being served.
Still, the food was good featuring fresh local seafood and steaks and the wine list was quite good. I managed to have a wonderful conversation with my 19 year old son over the pounding beat of Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean." Clearly though, this was not the sort of place for the dinner conversation that I craved after a day of sightseeing.
The best conversation was the taxi ride home when the kids pinned us to the wall accusing us of liking such a bar scene when we were younger. Honestly, we did our fair share of cutting lose on Friday night but we were in graduate school and we favored flatter shoes, cheap Mexican food and copious amounts of beer at a dive bar downtown.
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