Driver’s Dinner

On Friday we went to the Old Grist Mill again. I know we were just there and you are probably thinking to yourself “How much do the O’Shea’s love that place?” Well my friends, the answer is “a whole hell of alot”.

No one gives a shit! Move on!

You’re right, Captain Obvious. This is a post about an Award’s Dinner and not a restaurant review.

Where was I? Oh yeah…Every year my wife’s company holds an awards dinner for the truck drivers. 7 grumpy old men that hit a home run in the trucking industry (home alot, make good money) yet still bitch about anything.

In a gusture of good-will and appreciation, the Company throws a dinner every year. They hand out awards for safest driver, most miles, biggest moustache, you get the idea.

All the drivers except for one showed up. Why? He said he could not make it because he lives in Pennsylvania and it would be about an hour drive.

The bullshit flag has been thrown.

Why the bullshit flag you ask? Well I’ll tell ya: Last year the Driver’s Dinner was in a shitty Holiday Inn in Pennsylvania and all 6 of the driver’s from New York made it. So, why when the Driver’s Dinner is held in New York, the one driver can not make it because it is too far. That my friends, is Bullshit. It is ok for all 6 guys to come to Pennsylvania, but when the dinner is held in New York the one Pennsylvania driver can’t make it. That is what I call: Bullshit!

Guess what Mr. If-it-is-not-in-Pennsylvania-I-am-n0t-coming; you missed a great party. We had toys, best appetizers ever, booze, chicks, more food, the bar all to ourselves and you missed it.

Front of the Old Grist Mill

Where the old water wheel got it's power from.

Mickey suffering a lime to the eye injury

Wifey, Stacey, and Maritza boozin' it up.

Show me some leg ladies.

Mickey just saw the bill.

Charlie wins the award for the tightest pants.

The Prime Rib

Great people those drivers. Everyone had a awesome dinner, a couple of nice drinks and all around good time.

Dinner at the Old Grist Mill

Posted: June 8, 2010 | Author: O'Shea Shenanigans | Filed under: Good Times | Tags: Bloomingburg, bridge jumpers, N.Y., Old Grist Mill | 6 Comments »

Friday night Laurie, Maddie and I went to our favorite restaurant: The Old Grist Mill. If you are ever in the area, I highly recommend this place. First off, the staff is top notch. The waitresses are professional, courteous and know their shit. Never have to ask for a refill, or even more bread. It just magicly appears. The food, holy shit it is good. Whomever the chef is, the Old Grist Mill is lucky to have landed him. And yes, I say him because I have seen him walking through the restaurant. The menu is different everytime we go. Of course they have their staples, but the specials are where it is at.

We decided to eat outside because we wanted to be next to the water and Maddie is an endless ball of energy better to kept outside. We were also treated to a dive show of kids jumping off a bridge which kept Maddie entertained. All around good time.

I really like this water!

On the bridge in the background you can see the kids jumping off the bridge. Maddie was cheering them on. One girl was timid to jump and Maddie was chanting “chicken”.

Strike a pose with water.

Jump! Jump! Jump!

Glad I ordered the small. It was awesome.

Recommended by the waitress. She got a nice tip.

Father’s Day 2009

Posted: June 21, 2009 | Author: O'Shea Shenanigans | Filed under: Holidays | Tags: Father's Day, Old Grist Mill | Leave a comment »

For Father’s Day this year, we took my father out to dinner at the Old Grist Mill. You might remember that restaurant from my Valentine’s Day Post. We made our reservations for 5pm. We were the only ones in the restaurant for the first half hour! It was great! BAsicly had the entire restaurant for ourselves. Maddie was very good. Did not eat a darn thing, but at least she tried some soup. Speaking of soup, their Irish Farm Soup was awesome. Of course, I did not have any because soup and I do not get along. The world would be a better place without soup. Dogs and cats living together in perfect harmony. Oh, I tried my first Pegu drink a classic early twentieth century drink. Here some pictures: