Now I am no fancy foody but...

I rolled into my house a couple minutes back to recover from the ridiculously tasty "Theme Night" at Millennium, which MiAMy brought me in honor of being a Master of Mokut(h) Nei.

Cute. Southern Comfort Food night, t'was.
Which somehow turned out meant that they served Pabst Blue Ribbon and Mint Julips with the four course meal and all the waitstaff (plus some of the diners) dressed up as stereotypes of either '80s suburban girls hanging out at Dairy Queens or as, well, working class white folks.... John Deere hats, mullets, spandex and hairspray, studded tight jeans and all.
It was FUCKED UP.
And yet there we were at the vegan restaurant (which is normally even more ridiculously prohibitively expensive) turned bad movie stereotype halloween night, and so eat we did.
Pictures really say it all.
Here are the first three sets of plates. All fake dairy. Fake meat. Pickled okra and celery jam. Fake chicken and waffles.


And then there was the ice "cream" bar, complete with a man blowtorching (seriously) bananas. Weird shit. Unfortunately, we missed the opportunity to take a final shot, in which our starry bright eyes are slipping into food coma and the sugar manic episodes are subsiding.

The various phases of dessert: