A Taste of Taste

There is a newer but not new restaurant/pub in town called Taste.  I have been wanting to check it out for quite some time but never quite make it.  It was a gorgeous evening the other night, the sun is finally shining and warm, and so after work and after the gym I accepted an invitation to join some friends at The Hook and Ladder, which is the only place I know of in town where you can get a beer for $5 AND sit at a table at the water's edge.  On a nice night, that has quite an allure to it.  The biggest downside is that parking and then crossing the street to get to it is like the old arcade game Frogger.  If you aren't on a diet, they make a really nice plate of Fish and Chips too.  If you are on a diet, you know this because you didn't order it but ended up nibbling on everybody else's anyway....

After the gang was filled up with Fish 'n Chips, we all stood up with the plans of heading separate ways...one was going home, one was meeting another friend at Taste, a couple thought of popping into our regular pub Flanagan's, and pretty soon we all agreed that Taste was either on everyone's way, or not far out of it, and we all agreed to go there for one.

Taste was nice and tasteful.  We were not in need of the food but I have heard that it is good.  It has a nice interior and ambiance, and on Friday's they have a live band playing.  When we arrived, the band was already into their second set, and there were several tables sitting back and enjoying the music.  The music was fabulous!  I always love a live band, but they were playing loads of classic rock that you could really get into.  As soon as they started singing Billie Jean, Lizzie was on the dance floor...well, there isn't a dance floor, but there was about to be.  Barney hopped in with some pretty styling moves, and I have to say it was really cool to watch.  The band agreed and commented, and the whole place stopped to watch.  The band kept it going with some Steppenwolf (who were the first to record Born to Be Wild), some of the rockier Beatles songs, Paint it Black, and by the time they got to "Saw her Standing There" the new dance floor was going wild as everyone joined in.  Oh, and the night was made complete with a little Journey "Don't Stop Believing."

As we looked at the transformation from a quiet little place with nice little groups sitting at nice little tables to a mass of people dancing and singing along,  all the chairs pulled back from tables and everyone either dancing or sitting around laughing at the dancing, one of our group commented that we should hire ourselves out to liven places up.  I think we will call it The Scottish Roadshow...plus Lizzie.

I enjoyed my taste of Taste, and will definitely be going back on another Friday night to see the band play again.