Port of Call

Thatboy had to work on his actual birthday, and since it was a weekday, we decided to celebrate the big day with a dinner for just the two of us. I let Thatboy pick what restaurant he wanted to go to, and he nearly instantly responded with "Pizza Port." Pizza Port is one of Thatboy's favorite "after surf" hang outs. Although the pizza is good, Pizza Port is better known for their award winning brews. They've been featured in Bon Apetit, and just took home a bunch of gold, silver, and bronze medals at the Great American Beer Festival in September. They also won best in show at a local San Diego beer festival - which is important because San Diego is microbrew nation.

So naturally, we started off with beer! I went with the Shark Attack - a red that won the gold medal in its category at the Great American Beer Festival. Thatboy went with the Cardiff Cream Ale - which was much better than I would have expected.

To go with our beers we orderd the spicy hot wings. When we ordered them, everyone who worked there made it seem like a bad idea. "Those are REALLY hot" the cashier said. "REALLY HOT" said the young woman flipping dough. Thatboy likes a challenge, so we ordered them anyway. The first wing wasn't so bad, but these things have a SLOW burn. Soon Thatboy and I had eyes tearing up, looking around for something to help.



This garlic bread didn't help at all. It was so garlicy and spicy that it only intensified the wings. We discovered that the best thing was to just keep eating the wings. Once you got a rhythm going, they weren't so bad at all.

No matter where Thatboy works, he ends up with a work boyfriend. Right now, that boyfriend is N. Every day Thatboy comes home from work with a "N did this" or "N said that." They ride the train home together every day, so they get loads of good romantic time. Well, when we arrived at Pizza Port, Thatboy started in with "N said the best pizza is their bbq bacon cheeseburger pizza, so we have to get that." Far be it for me to argue with N. I learned long ago to let those battles slide. Normally I would veto this menu choice, but it was Thatboy's birthday so we ordered it. It was actually loads better than I thought. Because of the bbq sauce, it reminded me of bbq chicken pizza, which I love. And the cheeseburger part wasn't too different than sausage on a pizza.

Given that we were in Vegas all weekend, and I was hard at work preparing Thanksgiving, I consider myself truly blessed that Thatboy's favorite cake is Baskin Robbins ice cream cake. So we came home and did our own cake celebration. Everyone should have cake on their birthday! Happy Birthday baby!