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Tacoma Executives Association Afternoon Social
by Don Doman
After I wrote my Breakfast Review for Tacoma, a couple of people suggested Dirty Oscar's Annex for breakfast, so when Jordan Ford announced that our Tacoma Executives Association May Social was going to be at Dirty Oscar's I had to attend.
Jordan is a board member and manages the Facebook page for Tacoma Execs. In addition she is in charge of our monthly socials. I had never been to one and as a board member also, it was high time I attended.
Active networking and business comments are encouraged at our weekly meetings. We can distribute flyers and brochures to each table. We can make "fine free" announcements at the beginning of each meeting. And at each meeting we can single out members who have given us leads and mention what we did with the lead for business. But socials are just that. Social.
As we gathered at four in the afternoon, we were the only customers in the place. We joked with each other. We relaxed and had a good time telling funny stories about absent members, and revealed a little about ourselves through our own humorous stories.
I left after about forty-five minutes and by that time we had reached a total of nine socializers. I sipped on a Sprite Zero, while others chose Coke, water with lemon slices, beer and something served in a shot glass. About the shot glasses: some only snifted, some sampled, and some tossed it back. I think Morrie only had a Coke, but I can't explain why he began giving architect gang recognition signs. I enjoy these fellow members at our meetings, but in a let-your-hair-down social they were quite funny. If I hadn't told Peg I would be home by five for her wonderful chicken chip bake casserole, I might have had a beer . . . or maybe two.
Marie was familiar with the restaurant bar. Her son works there. She introduced us to the employees. I asked about breakfast and Kay said that Nick would help me with whatever I need on Saturday or Sunday. They don't open until ten but they serve breakfast all day long. I think it I will have to try it out.
Beth was president when I joined, so I look to her for knowledge about Tacoma Execs. She and her husband own Lind Pest Control. They are both nice people.
Seeing an alcove with a couch I asked Kay if that was where the band set up and played from. I guessed wrong. They play in the corner with a curtain backdrop so you can't see the kitchen behind them. Near the front door are two pool tables. Where there is a band, the pool table are moved back against the wall and the table and chairs are moved half-way down the room to make room for a dance floor. I would like to the the slim waitresses move those pool tables, so I might have to come back and listen to live music on night.
Everyone wore their work clothes except our association president. Chris walked in with a bike helmet, shorts, and a plaid shirt. I didn't recognize him. Two years in the organization and I've never seen him out of a dark suit, white shirt and tie. Maybe he only has one and keeps it at the office so he can ride his bike to and from work. I'm afraid to ask.
Jordan had promised free snacks. Marie arranged that through her son. We were served two platters of deep fried asparagus, barbeque chicken wings, rare roast beef wrapped about broiled asparagus, and thick strips of daicon radish (my guess). I took one piece of the radish, which was touching the chicken wings. The sauce coated one end. I started with that end and nibbled through the rest. The radish had a little bite, but was very nice paired with the other items.
I tried everything except the chicken wings, which Beth pronounced as excellent. The deep fried asparagus was my favorite. I took one to sample. It was perfectly cooked. Although there was a small ramiken of Ranch Dressing, I ate mine neat. The same went for the rare roast beef (with a little mustard) and asparagus.
Some people just refer to Dirty Oscar's Annex as D.O.A., which has been slang in police and emergency room terms for "dead on arrival" since the 1930s.
I made three decisions that afternoon. One, I will eat breakfast at D.O.A. Two, I will return for more deep fried asparagus. Three, I will not try the shot glasses of whatever we were served.