Every couple of months Scott, Marika, Robb, Mark, and the boys and I get together with Seymour at the Golden Bull in Santa Monica canyon for dinner. Tonight we toasted Seymour, who is about to turn 75, and Malina, Scott and Marika's baby who turned one a few months ago. The Golden Bull is not trendy or cool - in fact it is so uncool that it is cool. It's an old school neighborhood joint with steaks, fish, chicken and pasta. The red vinyl booths are cozy. They remind me of an Italian restaurant in town called Manzi's that I loved when I was 10. The waiters and the clientele are also not trendy or hip. The combined age of everyone at our table (before Seymour got there) was lower than the age of the average patron in the Golden Bull. Malina flirted with Aidan. Beckett savored his iced tea and cheeseburger. Robb, Seymour and Mark exchanged off color insults, I enjoyed the wine that Seymour brought, and caught up with Scott and Marika, who are amazing new parents. Malina was the center of attention in the restaurant - grabbing at the photos of Seymour's grandkids, cooing at the other babies, and then handing them back to Seymour. She loved the bread, the fish, and had a love/hate experience with the Pelligrino - gulping it down and then making the cutest sour face in the world. We topped off our dinner with generous slices of chocolate cake -- the perfect ending to a perfect evening.
Every couple of months Scott, Marika, Robb, Mark, and the boys and I get together with Seymour at the Golden Bull in Santa Monica canyon for dinner. Tonight we toasted Seymour, who is about to turn 75, and Malina, Scott and Marika's baby who turned one a few months ago. The Golden Bull is not trendy or cool - in fact it is so uncool that it is cool. It's an old school neighborhood joint with steaks, fish, chicken and pasta. The red vinyl booths are cozy. They remind me of an Italian restaurant in town called Manzi's that I loved when I was 10. The waiters and the clientele are also not trendy or hip. The combined age of everyone at our table (before Seymour got there) was lower than the age of the average patron in the Golden Bull. Malina flirted with Aidan. Beckett savored his iced tea and cheeseburger. Robb, Seymour and Mark exchanged off color insults, I enjoyed the wine that Seymour brought, and caught up with Scott and Marika, who are amazing new parents. Malina was the center of attention in the restaurant - grabbing at the photos of Seymour's grandkids, cooing at the other babies, and then handing them back to Seymour. She loved the bread, the fish, and had a love/hate experience with the Pelligrino - gulping it down and then making the cutest sour face in the world. We topped off our dinner with generous slices of chocolate cake -- the perfect ending to a perfect evening.
Love the pics, especially the "Golden Bull". The photo puts it all in perspective. Keep bloggin'!
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