In Da Club

It's the end of the month, so it's time to finish up our minimum at the country club. Naturally, we asked Brother Monkey and Torry to join us for this endeavor. We were having so much fun that I forgot to capture our appetizers (wild mussels and risotto, lobster ceviche, and Korean barbecued beef lettuce wraps), soups (New England clam chowder), and salads (baby greens and bocconcini).

When BroMo's Flintsone-sized prime rib came out, Mr. Monkey said, "Hey, aren't you going to take pictures?"

Yes. Yes, I am. The giganto prime rib. Blurry but still impressive.

Torry's portobello ravioli.

Mr. Monkey's broiled black cod.

My osso buco.

Everything was pretty good, but I think I was the big winner for the night with my dish. It was fall-off-the-bone-tender. Of course, dinner wouldn't be complete without a sweet treat. Or three.

This brownie sundae concoction is named after the daughter of someone important at the club. It is Torry's usual dessert choice.

Cobbler with ice cream.

And the best -- fresh-baked hot chocolate souffle with creme anglaise. Fantastic. Such a great way to use up my rare chocolate intake.

Torry reads my blog, so she knows just how funny it is that BroMo never smiles for the blog. It's such a long-running schtick that more recent readers actually believe BroMo doesn't smile, period. In fact, someone once commented, "Why doesn't Brother Monkey smile? Why is he so angry all the time?"

In reality, he smiles frequently. Torry brought a recent Polaroid just for my blog.

We thought it was hysterical because it is the complete opposite of what always appears here. Torry isn't smiling!