Let’s face it. Gossip just sounds better with a half priced glass of wine in your hand. Last week, I met a friend for drinks after work at Arcadia (1700 E Main St) with the hopes that juicy gossip would be dished.
Going to happy hour in Shockoe Bottom can be a challenge. The one way streets are tricky and parking usually sucks. Even still, I try to support Bottom businesses with my adult beverage purchases.
I did my loop around the 17th Street Farmer’s market and came upon one small parallel parking space. There was a guy leaning up against his Cadillac in the spot right in front and I thought to myself, “Shannon, this is your time to shine”. The reason being, I do not look like a good driver (which I am not), but I am an amazing parker. I pulled up next to the Caddy and with a one-handed back and forth of the wheel I was perfectly centered in the parking spot a cool 6 inches away from the curb. Parallel parking perfection.
As I got out of the car, Cadillac guy immediately acknowledged my awesomeness with a “Nice park job” as he looked over the rims of his sunglasses. “Thanks,” I casually replied, feeling oh so confident as I strode towards the restaurant. I took a few steps and immediately stumbled on those damn cobblestones, completely ruining my mysterious cool. I may not be able to walk in a straight line, but I can parallel park circles around most girls in stilettos.
You may have heard of Arcadia because it is the place where the Daniel Day Lewis as Abraham Lincoln photograph was taken, but I am here to tell you that they also serve really good food.
|Photo credit - Richmond.com|
We ordered Devilled Eggs with Truffle Oil and Caviar, Braised Chicken Thighs with Ricotta Spaetzle, Beet Oil and Basil Gremolata AND Rock Shrimp Mac and Cheese with Aged Gouda Cream Sauce and Bread Crumbs, or as I like to call it, race food.
The friend that I met for gossip is in the middle of training for a marathon. I absolutely love hanging out with people who are race training, because they eat like fat kids. Some of my most fit friends are up for eating just about anything when marathon season hits and even though I only run if something is chasing me, I am happy to indulge right along side them.
As we went to town on some freaking delicious food, I told her of my impressive parking endeavors, she got me up to speed on some fantastic gossip and we finished all of the half priced Cabernet in the place. It seems to be a trend that where ever we go for happy hour we finish the last of the discount wine. I might have to start calling ahead to these places to make sure they stock up on happy hour red…and hold a parallel parking space for me.