Aaron’s mom hadn’t been to the symphony here in town since the new performing arts center opened so we decided to take her to dinner and a performance. I completely forgot it was tonight because I started my first Korean drama in two months a few days ago and had scheduled some time to watch more episodes without interfering with work. (The last one I watched was Pasta back in January so I made it almost 60 days without giving in to the temptation to begin another until Heirs started calling to me despite the absurdity of 27+ year old people playing sophomores in high school. It’s so hard to believe that I didn’t even realize until a few episodes in I was watching what were supposed to be teenagers as the main character is self-sufficient, traveling to another continent, and talking about university.)
[mainbodyad]Somehow, I summoned the inner strength to pause the show near the pivotal moment early in the storyline when Kim Tan declares his love for a lower class girl, Cha Eun Sang, the daughter of a mute maid in his parents’ house. It’s not going to go over well because he’s engaged to a girl who has a family that has been buying up shares in his dad’s conglomerate, and now are hovering below the 3% line following an 800,000 share block purchase. The marriage will align their interests and stave off a power play for control of the holding company. Meanwhile, I’m thinking, “Bad move Chairman. This could have easily been solved by a dual class listing structure with disparate voting rights like McCormick & Company or Brown Forman, but now you’ve made your bed so you have to lie in it.” His children are going to be trapped in loveless marriages because he has the wrong capitalization structure. Amateur.
Anyway … We decided to try one of the higher rated restaurants downtown; a place called Pierpont’s in Union Station. The verdict for my fellow Kansas City residents? It was good. The food itself was more than satisfactory, certainly better than the comparably priced Providence New American Kitchen (specifically, dinner itself, including two iced teas and a coffee, came to only $170, of which $140 or so was food and $30 tip, which we all felt was more than acceptable for what we received). We each went with a four-course meal that allowed us to choose one item off of four different selection boards, spaced out over a couple of hours. I’d have no qualms about returning and spending the same amount to try a different set of offerings. It felt fair.
All in all, it was a pleasant experience. The only thing I’d change would be the rose-colored lights in the section of the main dining room where we were seated, which interact poorly with the mustard walls and yellow lights elsewhere, giving some of the food a somewhat turpid color during sunset, which was entirely an illusion that could have been unique to our particular seat, angle relative to the window, and time of day. I corrected the photos I could with a Photoshop filter that removed the effect but it wasn’t possible to undo it completely.
We have 15 minutes or so to make it over to the concert hall. We’re most excited about hearing Rodrigo and Prokofiev.