Thanksgiving, 2011 was only a few weeks ago. For me, Thanksgiving means three important things. First, of course, it’s turkey day, which means I either have to go out and shoot a turkey, de-feather and otherwise clean it, then stuff, baste, and roast it all day … or drive down to HoneyBaked Ham on Oracle and buy a big pre-cooked ham.
Second, Thanksgiving means my Father will be visiting. Since my Mom passed away 4 years ago, he flies down from Portland, Oregon this time of year and stays for three weeks or so. He was born here in Tucson in 1919, and we treasure whatever time we have left with him.
Third, it’s the anniversary of my wedding to Ms. Karen. This year we celebrated our 23rd, not counting the 4 years it took me to convince her that I was, in fact, her Prince Charming. On the Saturday after Thanksgiving, 1988, we were married in my parents’ farmhouse with dear friends and family in attendance.
By the Saturday following this Thanksgiving, all the ham leftovers had been devoured and so it was fairly easy for me to talk Ms. Karen into letting me take her and Father out to one of the best restaurants in all of Tucson to celebrate our anniversary.
But which restaurant shall it be? I contacted several friends who frequent upscale restaurants. Several mentioned Anthony’s in the Catalinas, known for fine dining and a spectacular view of the city lights. Having never been there, I figured I could at least get a restaurant review out of it for the Guide. Besides, I had a Groupon worth $70. I made the reservation.
We three arrived early just as Anthony’s was opening at 5:30PM. We entered through a small bar. The maitre d’ greeted us and I asked to be seated near the very large window on the south overlooking Metropolitan Tucson. On the way to our window table we took note of the large patio that would have been inviting if the weather had been warmer.
Moments later, Paul arrived at our table and announced that he would be our Captain for the evening. He gave us menus and handed the wine list to Ms. Karen.
Pleasantly and expertly, he told us about the chef’s specials, and asked if we would care for an appetizer. We declined. At this point I realized that my wife was looking somewhat perplexed at what I now realized was a VERY extensive wine list, perhaps two dozen pages. Ms. Karen told Captain Paul that she had a few questions pertaining to the wine list.Read More