I happen to read Ron Chernow's book on Hamilton before it became a best selling play. Although interesting and I learned a lot about a person who was prominent among those whom we consider our founding fathers, I wasn't blown away by the book. It could have easily been 300 pages shorter (or more) and been a much better book.
Eventually the Miranda play came to Broadway and was a smash hit. Ever since I heard about it, I've been green with envy those I have known who have been in New York and seen the play. So when I heard that it was coming to my humble state, I knew I had to try and get tickets to it.
When tickets went on sale, I immediately registered online and was assigned a "spot inline" with a promise that they would email me when I had ten minutes left before my spot in line would be in front where I could purchase tickets. To hedge my bets, I repeatedly hit redial on my phone trying to call in to their phone sellers for the next two hours before I had to leave on other business. I never once got into the phone system.
Four hours later when I had pretty much given up hope, I got an email saying I was near the front of the "line". Long story short, there were nearly two dozen shows and all but two were sold out but behold, the one I was interested in still had tickets, albeit only premium tickets. I sucked it up, typed in my credit card and bought the limit of four tickets. Ouch!
You weren't allowed to select actual seats, those were chosen for you. So when I got my tickets and saw that the row number was MM, I was a little bit pissed since the theater seats go from A to Z and then continue on from AA to PP. There were only three rows behind me for PREMIUM seats! But the die was cast and I figured it was better than nothing.
After some discussion, we decided to sell the other two tickets to some friends of ours who were a couple and have been for years but are not married. A week before the performance I sent them a text just to remind them I had their tickets and that is where the AWKWARD began. They evidently were/are breaking up and I had texted both of them at the same time. The man responded first saying he was definitely going with us along with his mother. Huh? That is when my wife texted the lady and found out the splitsville situation. We had been planning a day of it with this couple and were planning on eating at a fancy restaurant afterwards. Now it would be a couple, a friend and his mom.
We were already committed at that point so we pushed on and saw the play. AWESOME! OUTSTANDING! BAR SETTING EXPERIENCE!, all in capital letters come to mind. I've been listening to the soundtrack for days afterwards and still dreaming of that experience. The seats though in the rear of the theater were adequate and though it would have been nice to have been closer to actually see facial expressions, it really wasn't necessary for me to thoroughly enjoy the play. Afterwards, my wife and I got in the souvenir line and essentially big our accompanying "couple" a good night while we waiting to get a souvenir hat.
We then went to a restaurant my wife has been jonesing to go to for a long time. We knew we didn't have reservations but we've always been able to get into places like that before by going a bit early and it was only five o'clock when we walked into an almost deserted Baru66. Evidently they take their reservations seriously and the waitress later told us that on Saturday, if you don't call by the previous Monday, you don't get in. Fortunately they let us set at a small table for two on the waiting bar side of the divide. I thought we would get poor service eating in the bar (always seems to be the case anyway) but the service was stellar and the food were the same capitalized words above for the play. The actual chef in puffy white hat and french accent even came out not once but twice to greet us and inquire about our dining experience which thrilled my wife to no end. So I will just post the pictures of our three course meal as some eye candy to this post.
|Wife's appetizer of pan seared scallops with peach chutney, cornbread and a citrus vinaigrette|
|My appetizer of Ahi tuna crudo with yuzu vinaigrette and ginger|
|Wife's entree of roasted duck breast with cherry-port-thyme jubilee sauce and potato-herb pancake|
|My entree of wild caught halibut pan seared fillet, lobster bisque and saffron pommes parisienne|
|My wife's dessert of lavander creme brulee|
|My dessert of rhubarb-strawberry panna cotta with a roasted rhubarb-strawberryelderflower sorbet|
|At the end, they brought this with the check and it wasn't on their menu. The ramekins contained some sort of raspberry cream and the dough chunk was like a mini fried donut.|