Restaurant #17 - Tomboy

After trying to go to two rib joints which both turned out to be closed
(one temporarily for kitchen renovations and the other, sadly, in a more permanent way), we end up at Tomboy, a woman-owned place
in Andersonville that we'd been meaning to try for awhile.

It didn't start off well. Despite arriving after 6pm on a Thursday night, we were the only customers (never a good sign). We were given an excellant table right by the window, but soon noticed several
flies buzzing about on the pane before us (also not a good sign). However, things began to look up when the dyke host approached us brandishing a white hand towel and asked if we minded if she dispatched our uninvited dinner guests. Surprised but intrigued, we agreed and watched in amazement as she proceeded to snap the towel repeatedly and to excellant effect - after 5 or 6 blows, only 1 fly remained. Seeing her boss watching her with disapproval (can't imagine why) our Galahad departed at this point, leaving us (and the remaining fly) staring after her in wonder.

The food turned out to be very good (Kate had a spicey shrimp and spinach coconut curry, Susan had salmon with asparagus and mashed potatoes and a baked goat cheese appetizer was shared). Towards the end of our meal, a terrific live duo replaced the erratic soundtrack (moody European tracks alternating with 80's flashbacks like "Valleygirl") and Susan successfully captured the last fly in her beer glass. All in all, a fabulous meal!