The Bill

My husband received a very nice letter from the publisher of the paper about his coverage of the inagural DeLuna Fest. The letter was sweet enough, but the publisher handwrote a note at the bottom- "Take your wife out to dinner and send me the bill." So we went to Jackson's, where I had the Governor's Prime Rib sandwich. (What, you thought I was going to order salad at the ritziest place in town?) They offer a first free martini with lunch, and I got The Nutty Holiday, which was way, way too strong and I was in danger of being tipsy after only a few sips. I tried to let the alcohol sink to the bottom, but it was still very strong. I'm not sure how I was supposed to be able to order a second one after that...