Agave, a keen Southwestern restaurant over in my old ‘hood, Cabbagetown celebrated it’s 8th anniversary on the 13th and 14th by offering all the entrees on its menu for $8 smackeroos.

One mango margarita, one Texas margarita. My glass of wine not pictured.

Pretty Gomez, Miss Logsdon and I put on our gladrags to enjoy this advantageous meal. I really like the interior of the place; it always seems so warm and cozy. It’s not probably not the impression you want to get from it during the summer, but regardless, Agave is a lovely choice for a Cabbagetown eatery.

We could not stop snacking on these.

Our server, whose name I have forgotten now but would’ve remembered had I done this entry in something resembling a timely manner, brought us out chips, a really thin and tangy salsa, and asked if we wanted the guacamole. Of course, we wanted guacamole! Who doesn’t like guacamole?

My photo-takin' skillz are off the chain.

By the way, Miss Logsdon wanted you to know that margarita she had “was so tangy it made her face sweat.” Now you know.

The guacamole was delicious, smooth and creamy and just chunky enough. The chips were a bit too thin for the thick dip, but we all managed.

Now, onward to entrees!!

Tenderloin Medallions garnished with a couple of Tequila Grilled Shrimp.

Above is Pretty Gomez’ dish, an 8 oz. filet sliced into perfectly done (at least to her standards) medallions.

Underneath are mashed potatoes. Gomez pronounced the dish tasty but did note that the fiery notes of the puree on the plate sort of canceled out any trace of the subtler flavors.

Red Pepper Salmon Filet.

Miss Logsdon—not really being much of a meat eater—had the salmon pictured above; she said that it was cooked very well, but that hers was the least spiciest of the dishes we had. The grilled asparagus was a hit—it was on my dish as well—and hers had seemed to have the most veggies. Lots of zucchini, squash, and carrots.

Spicy Tequila Anejo Shrimp.

And then there was my dish.

The shrimp were plump and delicious, but again, the spiciness of the sauce overwhelmed all other flavors. I will confess I could’ve eaten more of the scrumptious jalapeno-cheddar grit cake underneath. It was warm and custardy and comforting.

Margarita Cheesecake with Raspberry Puree.

And you know we had dessert. Three spoons, one slice of cheesecake, and a collective feminine desire to eat something sweet and fattening. A perfect end to dinner. I’ve been fighting a cold this week, so I think my glasses of wine were good, but at that point, everything tasted like cherry cough drops.

Us girls agreed that we need to do things like this more often. Girl nights are about fun, good food, booze (very important), and of course, gossip.

Yay us!

Taken last weekend from the monthly dinner party with the Matts, Fred and I:

Dinner for four.

Matt #1 made this divine dish with chicken and apples that was the very essence of fall. I have a larger kitchen than he and his boy, so he made it at my house. Braised apples are heavenly.

A salute to Autumn!

In return I made a slightly better asparagus gratin—much more palatable than the pablum cooked earlier in the week—that was devoured quickly. I mean, I suppose a higher grade of cheese and a proper bechamel was all it took. Nonetheless, there was wine and good conversation for everyone!

Veggies and cheese is all you bitches need.