We have been eyeing off this lovely looking terrace restuarant on south Palm Canyon called The Rock Garden, and thought it might be a special treat to go there with George and Carlos. Oh dear .... what. a. dump.
Should I have known when the cheesy lounge singer started singing quando quando quando and shouted "yeah baby" at me when I joined in on the chorus. (I know I was asking for it, but how can you NOT join in when its the musical genius of engelbert humperdink)
should I have known when my webbed chair was missing several straps - or when I realised the "sugar bowl" was someone's old plastic lunch box with scribble all over it .... or when the coffee pot arrived with jurassic black finger prints all over it.
Thank goodness the palm springs chapter of the red hat society were brunching there also, so we could spend our time admiring their requisite purple dress and red hat ensembles instead of our hideous meals.
Onward and upward and we spent a lovely afternoon scouring the estate sale stores, the backstreet art gallery district and of course, the thrift store, where my personal stylist Carlos found me the most amazing pair of black satin diamente encrusted ballroom shoes I have ever seen, not to mention the set of TWELVE finlandia martini glasses for a crazy six dollars. (always good to have twelve - what if i get too drunk to rinse them one night)
George and carlos selected our dinner destination, The River. (best not to let us choose after the brunch disaster) We had to park far away, so a lady drove us from our car to the restaurant in her golf cart! classic!
We browsed through The Borders, and then headed off to dinner which began with an amazing dirty martini with a blue cheese stuffed olive (heaven), and ended in a red velvet cheese cake I am still dreaming about.
All in all, delightful - and tomorrow we are off to The Parker!
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