Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Fillet Fillet

B-DAY CHOICE
Our youngest chooses The Chart House for his birthday. David calls ahead so they have menus ready with our son’s name printed at the top. We have a beautiful view of the Dana Point harbor. The salad bar is great. Everyone is very happy with his meal, except me. My fillet mignon has this bad taste. I can see it is cooked perfectly, but I can’t eat it, so I send it back. The second piece comes back with the manager and the same bad taste. Even David agrees. It must be a bad piece of meat. It shouldn't be so difficult to cook this. When the check comes, they accidentally billed us twice for it! We rush out to our neighbor’s house to have cake with them since we don’t have a kitchen table. The cake is from a French bakery called Savoire Faire. Awesome – with a lot of fudge frosting! He picked it out himself. We give the leftovers to our plumber. The plumber gushes over the cake the next day understanding why we wanted it out of the house!

GOODBYE DITCH
We have problems with the ditch for the island from the beginning. The plumber says most homes have 4 to 6 inches of cement and ours has 12 inches. They try to get us to pay for a pneumatic drill after they already quote us a price for a regular jackhammer. We stick to our ground; they should have the correct equipment for a tract home. Electrical and plumbing is complete. Our electrician is, but our plumber is not, at our home during inspection (I find out you should have most service professionals present so they can change things and answer questions right away), the regular inspector is sick, and the replacement needs a specific water test. We pass everything except plumbing. Our plumbing company sends 3 plumbers for the next inspection to get it right. Men in stilts come in. Drywall is up in about 3 seconds and we have a white room. We pass! Plumbers fill in the ditch with sand and cement.

NEXT POST
Check back next Monday for more restaurant stories and our kitchen remodel progression! Scroll down for the photos.

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