Inn At Little Washington

As a thank you for letting her crash with us, Courtney surprised us with an awesome gift.  A gift certificate for The Inn At Little Washington.  If you haven't heard of it let me give you the scoop.  It's the only Michelin 5 star restaurant in the USA.  It is pricey.  It is in a beautiful setting out near the Blue Ridge in rolling farmland that would make Anne Shirley sigh with delight.  Anyway, it's fancy schmancy and we never would spend the money because it's kind of super pricey, and so this was the PERFECT gift (thanks again).  So anyway, we got all dressed up, and my hair looked horrible, but alas I can't do my hair, so it stayed that way.  The curl did manage to settle so that's good.  

 Anyway we drove out through the beautiful countryside and arrived at the Inn.  It was so fancy schmancy I feel like I can't even talk to most people now because they are mere commoners.

We sat in this room on one of the comfy couches with a view of a courtyard.

 They brought us out bite size nuggets of deliciousness, similar to these, to whet our appetites.  Seriously delicious.  I'm not kidding.  I don't know how it is done, but they really know how to cook here.

 All of these pictures are off the Internet but this most closely resembles my main course (it's a three course meal).  Beef two ways.  One is a braised short rib and the other is fillet Mignon wrapped in swiss chard.  And I will dream of it till the day I die.  Delicious.

This resembles slightly my first course which was a lamb carpaccio, which I don't even know what that is, except it tasted amazing amazing amazing.

Rob's first course was this super tuna thing that tasted better than most things I've ever tasted in my life.  You think I am exaggerating.  I am not.

We had many more delectable courses and desserts and all was completely out of this world.  How can we go back to regular restaurants after this?  And if we were wine drinkers we would have been in heaven.  Because everyone around us drinking wine was including the whorish (it's my blog and I can say what I want) old woman who was 98% plastic sitting next to us.  She had the face of Suzanne Summers (with extra pouty collagen lips) and the body of an overweight 90 year old, except her super perky super fake super large boobs that were falling out of her skimpy dress and was really distracting.  Seriously, it was good she didn't sit down until the end of our meal because she was super distracting and kind of killed the whole mood for me.  Anyway, when the meal is finished they brought out this cute little souvenir stuffed with more delicious treats. 

So anyway, it was the fanciest dinner I ever did eat and the ambiance was incredible and the service was unreal.  The servers are people doing internships.  These are career hospitality workers.  They are good at what they do:  make us feel super swanky.  

And then we got home and Rob pointed out that the Little Pony sticker Clara had put on my ankle to help prettify me had remained on the entire evening.  So then I remembered, oh yeah, I'm just a normal person and not really all that swanky at all.  But the illusion was nice while it lasted.