Stealth post from work...

[hellziggy]

Last night was fun. I even wore makeup. If you saw me you might have mistaken me for a grown up!
Jeanine's boss is a big appetizer fan so he just ordered two of each appetizer. I tried most of them, even the escargot... Yup, that's right. hellziggy ate snails. I just didn't think about what they were and they had lots of butter and garlic. For the main course I had pheasant stuffed with wild rice, and it was GOOD!
The mansion that was converted to the restaurant is supposed to be haunted. A maid named Molly hung herself from the chandelier we were sitting right under, but none of us saw or felt the ghost.

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[freyjakj.livejournal.com]

P and I went there once, to celebrate getting the job that moved us out here. I liked the elegant ambience, and I am a sucker for rich, French food.

I remember feeling something in the small room adjacent to the bigger room where the chandelier was. The one with more shallow ceilings, where if you turned left out of it, you would get to the stairs. ^_^

[freyjakj.livejournal.com]

PS We were actually seated one floor below, but our waitress said we could take a peek at the supposed haunted floor.

[lexiphanic.livejournal.com]

Huh. I have eaten there at least half a dozen tomes, and I have never heard the story about it being haunted, nor the hung maid. Interesting.

[freyjakj.livejournal.com]

The story goes (if memory serves)

The master of the house and his family resided there. He had an affair with the maid. He moved himself and his family to another dwelling but still kept the house. ? She found herself pregnant and she killed herself. I believe he too is said to haunt the grounds, out of guilt and he searches for her.

If memory serves, of course. I bet somebody could google it up.

[scubagrrl.livejournal.com]

I didn't comment on the one with the pics, but good job! :) Glad you had a good time. :)
**hugs**
-k

[gunthar.livejournal.com]

Forepaugh's
276 S. Exchange St., St. Paul; 224-5606

Molly doesn't want to leave. And frankly, who can blame her? One moment she's the life of the household, living in a mansion on gorgeous Irvine Park, surrounded by finery and luxury, the apple of her rich, though moody, lover's eye--the next she's abandoned. Her lover and employer, Joseph Forepaugh, a 19th-century dry-goods baron, committed suicide, and left his upstairs maid with few options, her beloved home on the auction block. So Molly did what any sensible 19th-century heroine would do--she hanged herself from a chandelier and turned into St. Paul's most frolicsome ghost.

http://www.citypages.com/databank/18/882/article2092.asp