After the philly pho pheast, we hopped on over to Sidecar, again. And had sidecars, again. Do I sound like a broken record? Seriously, this is a good drink. And it’s only $6. And I don’t know what’s in it, but it’s all booze, so it will do quite a number on you. Or at least it does on me. I think it’s a bargain.
We stayed awhile and got peckish. So we ordered a couple of apps. The onion rings. Super good. Thick cut and nicely cooked, so that the onion melts in your mouth. I’m not a fan of onion rings where the onion is actually still crunchy. And it came with a good dipping sauce too. But I prefer to eat my rings plain.
The grilled corn. It’s corn on the cob absolutely drizzled in butter (amazingly buttery, beyond buttery) and drizzled with chili butter. It was such a strange combination of opposing tastes, but I loved it. The corn wasn’t super sweet, but sweet enough, and then it was absolutely drenched in butter, and the “chili butter”on top was quite spicy, but added a really nice unexpected flavor. I’m not sure if this was really chili butter. It just seemed like a combo of sriracha, maybe some louisiana type hot sauce, and melted butter. And most of it, I rubbed off, but what little hint of spice I left, was just enough. I would totally order this corn again. It’s good for soakin’ up all the sidecars I keep drinkin!

After not meeting up with some people at Ten Stone, we kept walking to the Sidecar. And we ended up getting a couple of Sidecars. These ones came in chilled, sugar-rimmed martini glasses. And they were gooooooood. There’s something about the service here though… it’s hit or miss… and mostly miss. But at least their food and drinks are good, so I tend to forgive.

After our fine meal at Vietnam, we walked fairly aimlessly towards center city. It turned out to be quite a nice night so none of us minded. As a joke, I said we should go to Applebee’s to get some girley drinks. O agreed. I pass by the center city Applebee’s all the time. I always threaten that if we can’t decide on a place to eat, we’ll just go to Applebee’s. I’m kidding, of course. On a night that was bound to be filled with shenanigans, what would be more fun than getting a big ass girley drink at the Applebee’s bar? Behold my white peach sangria. This thing was big and this thing was pretty tasty. O got a kiwi strawberry sangria, and his was a thousand times more sweet than mine, and you could barely taste the booze.