I’ve been a busy bee, taking full advantage of the beautiful summer weather. On a pretty perfect night not too long ago, Mom, Dad, and I met up with longtime family friends Ron and Margaret at Social Kitchen and Bar in Birmingham, Michigan. The restaurant was loud and bustling, but that added to the friendly and welcoming atmosphere.
We were greeted promptly by our waitress Shani who had a wonderful enthusiasm about the restaurant. She said she loved the food as well as talking about it, inviting us to ask questions. That’s a good thing, because I always have lots and lots of questions.
Ron and Margaret started their meals with spinach dip and a Caesar salad, both of which they enjoyed. Dad loved his pierogi appetizer. It looked and smelled amazing!
Then it was time for the entrees, which I have to say were rather hit and miss. Ron liked his salmon, though he noted it was nothing special. Unfortunately, the waitress accidentally ordered bronzino for Margaret instead of the chicken she ordered. Listen, I know mistakes happen; I personally make them all the time and the waitress was very apologetic. But it’s hard to be the person to sit there without food watching everyone else eat and waiting for the chicken to be cooked. The restaurant only removed the entrée from the bill when Mom asked them to do so.
Dad pretty much devoured his spaghetti and meatballs, which he loved and ended up wearing he was so passionate about it 😉 I can’t take him anywhere! Mom ordered the steak frites, a filet mignon and fries. The filet, ordered medium, came to the table rare and was still rather chewy, strange for filets. The fries were fine, but nothing special. I really liked the kale salad I ordered with quinoa and lots of golden raisins. However, as I ate it, I was super disappointed to find tons of pieces of yellow kale. The manager said some kale is yellow, but I buy kale all the time and know the only time it’s yellow is when it’s past its prime.
The manager said the chef wanted to send out cookies and milk for our trouble. After I reminded her of my chocolate allergy, she agreed to send out the doughnuts in addition to the cookies. Dad said the cookies were okay. But the doughnuts, oh the doughnuts, they were outstanding! So were the complementary corn muffins. Back to the doughnuts, though. They were the highlight of the evening and one of the best things I’ve had in a restaurant. Seriously, I can’t stop thinking about those piping hot, cinnamon sugar loaded doughnuts. More doughnuts, please!
A walk around hopping Birmingham rounded out the evening. While the food might not have been the best, the company, conversation, and evening more than made up for it. And that’s all that matters.