We all know that you’re supposed to have Thanksgiving at a friend or family member’s home. Well I’ve had some corkers over the years! One year was at a pals house and we were so busy dancing that we forgot to turn the oven on. The turkey was sat waiting patiently for 1 hour before we realized our mistake. We distracted everyone with a game of Twister instead.
The following year was at a guy’s house and two friends fried turkeys in the driveway. The whole street stank, there was oil all over the sidewalk and the whole afternoon and evening was mayhem.
Another year, I decided to host Thanksgiving at my home. Well, this was actually after someone decided she was hosting but wanted to charge us $60 a head (collecting cash at her front door?) so I opted to host instead. Another pal decided that since I can’t even boil water, we should head to her friend’s house instead. And we did. And it was hysterical, followed by Salsa Dancing till 3am at a local bar.
Last year was amazing: A few friends at a pals house and then karaoke afterwards. I even rehearsed my karaoke song in his living room so I was geared up for the big encore. This year, I demand (yes demand) you head to Mint Bar for karaoke after eating. All else fails and if your singing voice is as bad as mine, you can always rely on narcolepsy to get you through the evening. I do believe 70% of the Mint customers slept through my rendition of Don’t Stop Me Now (Queen).
But thinking about this year, I’ll probably be hosting Turkey Day at my home but do like the idea of having Thanksgiving at a restaurant. Mainly because a: I can’t cook and b: I’d like to cross ‘Turkey Day Restaurant’ off my bucket list.
There are a bundle of SF restaurants who have decent packages so you can sit, eat, eat, sleep, eat, sleep, sit, drink, sleep, snooze, drool while sleeping and eat again until you pop and then repeat all over again until you pop some more.
So for all of you who like the last paragraph above and think it’s a reasonably decent idea, check out 1300 Fillmore at $59.00 (aka $60, minus $1). Or head to Soma’s Ame for $50+ (that can go up to $97 on a good day). Or better yet, gallop down to Bob’s Steakhouse (prices are tbc). I once went on a blind date there. I actually just wanted to do something random like have steak & wine with a complete stranger and I did it. It was a brilliant evening, no strings attached, great guy, quite good looking and all went well until he showed me photos of his cat. All 656 of them – one a day since the day his cat was born. I decided he was slightly insane and even though I’m obsessed with my dog, Muppet Bundle Cundle, I do not take one-a-day photos. Mainly because every single photo would have her clenching her tennis ball in her teeth and giving me a filthy look for being too camera trigger-happy. She gets irritated easily with too much routine. I don’t blame her.
All else fails, you can start making friends with the older couple up the street who, I’m sure, will invite you to a very calm and relaxing Thanksgiving and be fully aware that you’re using November 22nd purely for selfish ‘I need feeding’ reasons.