We pulled into the parking lot first and decided to wait in the inglenook at the side of a roaring fire. In no time, Karen arrived and we visited until a phone call from Lisa begged directions. She was on the right street, but where was the restaurant? Mr. Bob gives clearer directions than I do, so it wasn't long before she appeared.
All year 'round, the Tam is an attractive setting, but at Christmas it really shines at its coziest.
Once seated, we perused the menu.
Mr. Bob and I chose to share a brisket sandwich with a side of peanut cole slaw and homemade potato chips. With horseradish, of course.
At the carving station, the chef was efficiently quick with the knife, finding the time to be personable which earned him some extra money in the tipping cup.
I'd forgotten that the restaurant is one of the few places that one can still get hot fudge with the C.C. Brown label. It brings back memories of the days in which we could go to the C.C. Brown ice cream emporium on Hollywood Blvd., until "progress" caused the door to be locked forever. So, of course that's what we ordered, and there was no question about sharing this delectable dessert. We each had our own.
The only possible drawback to enjoying a repast with friends is the need to divvy up the check, easier said than done when one has to factor in the tax (9.75% in our neighborhood) and the tip. I find that it takes a little of the delight out of the whole experience...forgive me for complaining. I try not to do that very often. Lunch with good friends was worth every bit of the mathematical annoyance.
One last chance for a photo, a minor inconvenience, to be sure, but everyone's always glad after the fact.
On the fourteenth of this month, a busload of residents is going to the Tam O'Shanter at 4:30, our usual suppertime. We're signed up and are already dreaming of C.C. Brown's hot fudge. Lucky us!
