Who does their marketing?

Last night, Corinne, Charlotte and I planned on going out to eat. We hadn’t picked a place, and I was trying to think of somewhere fun and different (which in Baton Rouge is hard, because if you’ve lived here for more than 5 years, it’s easy to have been to every restaurant in the city). Anyway, I remembered that Lisa told me that BJ’s just opened, at that she’d been to one in Texas, and had a huge pizza-like cookie with a bunch of ice cream on top, and that they made their own beer. That was really all I needed to know. I emailed the link to Charlotte and Corinne, and they said ok.

Now that you have the background, here’s what I think: first of all, the restaurant is poorly named. I remember a few months ago, the Ills and I were driving past, and when we read the name, we all snickered a bit, and made some jokes. Last night, when I told Q where I was going, he thought it was pretty funny, and made a few jokes of his own. Anyway, if your name is BJ, and you want to open a restaurant, it’s better to use your actual first name (even if it’s Bartholomew [it isn’t…actually, I have no idea what it is]). Ok, my second little problem. The name of the dessert we wanted to order was a “Pizookie.” (Because it’s a cookie pizza). I just think it sounds like something an old lady would call her vagina. (In general, I have an aversion to vag references that start with P).

The beer was great (I had the “Nutty Brewnette”). Again: come on BJ, pay attention! The food was good too, I had a deep dish pizza of my own creation, along with a pizookie.

Quick side story: when I walked in, Charlotte was at the bar and was talking to this guy next to her. I walked up and discovered that he was a photographer from NYC, who came down to take pictures of this girl who said she was 6’3”, but ended up being 5’8”. Anyway, none of her pictures came out that great anyway. He had some more models to test in New Orleans. The point is, he was flirting with Charlotte, hard! He asked for local restaurant suggestions, and when we told him to go to Chelsea’s he winked at Charlotte and asked her to meet him there tomorrow night. It was funny. Corinne walked in and we talked to him a little more while we waited for our table. As the conversation progressed, we started talking about kids and Jon and Kate Plus 8, which he watches, and he mentioned his wife (I assume by this point he realized that none of us were interested in accompanying him to his hotel, and decided to bring up the old ball and chain). 5 minutes later, our table was ready, so we said our goodbyes. Corinne noticed the white circle where his wedding ring was supposed to be…maybe he was getting it sized. Ha!