Twin Peaks

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Susan here.

DH and I wanted to try someplace new to eat last night. We’d seen a new restaurant being built near restaurant row, and since it had been finished for a few months, we decided to try it.

Remember TWIN PEAKS, that the nighttime soap opera that was on in the early ’90’s? I thought maybe this eatery was a nod to that show. I didn’t watch it, but info about it is still available online. It was an entire series based on one murder investigation.  Different twist, to say the least, but doomed to end. How long can you spend on one murder investigation?

The only thing I remembered about TP, the TV show, was that it was named after a real place where there are twin peaks. Again, it’s been a long time and I wasn’t certain about that memory. So, I looked it up. Here’s what the Internet says.

Twin Peaks in San Francisco has incredible panoramic views and sits at almost the geographic center of the City of San Francisco. With a height of 922 feet – Twin Peaks has two summits used for both view residences and television / radio transmission towers. Atop the summit is a reservoir holding 14 million gallons of water for San Francisco hotels and homes. Many birds also enjoy Twin Peaks views.

Maybe it was a restaurant in honor of that small part of San Francisco. Sounded like it could be interesting.

Little did I know just how interesting it would be.

We pulled into the parking lot crowded with cars and people, but not one handicapped space was taken. That should have been my first clue! DH looked around and asked, “What’s up with this place?”

“I don’t know,” I answered, happy to be out and about. The building had a covered veranda with a flat screen TV (tuned to the OU football game–ouch!) several tables, one which was occupied by a couple of guys whose table was COVERED with very tall, very empty beer mugs. By the time I saw that, we were half-way inside, and I hated to look like a chicken, who’d turn tail and scurry away.

We went inside, strolled confidently to the desk, and then looked at the cute little girl hostess. Yes, LITTLE GIRL in every sense. Even her uniform was little.

My first thought?

Can you spell H-O-O-T-E-R-S?

After numbly accepting the ready-to-seat-you buzzer, I looked around and noticed there wasn’t a person in the place over the age of 25. Murmuring to DH that they should have a sign up with an OVERage limit, we moved away from the desk and stood next to a couch crowded with kids, pretending to be twenty one. (Looked about 15 to me.)  

One of those girl got up and offered me her seat. Imagine, manners in a place named in honor of a certain portion of a woman’s anatomy.

We were told the wait would be about twenty-five minutes, but we were seated within five. (I think they were afraid kids would look in and be scared away when they saw a parent-aged couple waiting to be seated, so they moved us quickly.)

Our waitress wore the regulation low-cut short-shorts and scooped low short top–which left a lot of space between the pieces of clothing. Many of the waitresses had decorated that expanse in between with belly button rings and tats. Our waitress had a tattoo that rose diagonally from her waist, along her ribcage and disappeared under her top that said “Bella Mia”.

The food was okay, but the appetitzers better–at least the nachos were. When we asked about a drink menu, we heard about a special with beers, shots and coosies for only $6. Their peach tea was good. <g>

Everywhere we looked, there were televisions. Flat screened. And most tuned to watch OU lose to Nebraska.

To be honest, I think TP is a bar with a food menu–I doubt if I’ll go back. And like I told DH as we were leaving, I’m SO glad I’m not the age of most of those kids anymore. It was just too exhausting.

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