Weekend Likes & Dislikes
Not only did the chef ruin the natural delicate brininess of fresh Scallops, it was $6.4o/Scallop. I didn’t particularly enjoy the aesthetics either. Beneath my balled mess of shriveled greens, 3 “truffled” potatoes and 2 carrots were buried…oh, and a random cauliflower. Boo and boo.
I’m never one to object to second chances and if this was it, they failed miserably through and through. Back in college, my suite mates and I would stumble back to the dorms, peel off the notes we’d so enthusiastically written to ourselves that read “don’t drunk eat this fatty!” and wake up in the morning with the notes and torn packages of the microwaveable brownie/cakes that promised “warm, homemade chocolate decadence!” and never delivered, everywhere. This was like that minus an amusing story. Even the Tuile tasted like a wheat thin.
This diner was serving Thanksgiving dinner as one of their special entrees! FTW!! Potatoes done right with a ricer, rich and buttery gravy, moist slices of roast turkey, crisp and flavorful green beans with a splash of color and sweetness from the cranberries. This makes me very excited for Thanksgiving (my absolute favorite Holiday). Foodie foreplay, if you will 😉
Yum, yummy! So maybe I ate the entire bar in one sitting. At least it’s an upgrade to when me and my roomie thought it would be a brilliant idea to nuke a king size Snickers bar, wandered away, completely forgetting about it. Burnt sugar is currently the candle I’m burning in my room. This was not like that. Needless to say, the smell lingered in our room for days.
‘cos she’s the girl that you’ve been waiting for…
and I wondered if I should insert this in the first or second grouping but I settled with the latter as it did make me chuckle…
Guy: Dayuuuum girl, you be lookin’ so fine today. How you doin’ baby girl?
Me: stares…and staring.
Guy: licks his lips and nods.
Me: karate kicks him in the balls with one stupendous “hiiiiii yaaaa!” super Bruce Lee action.
(Kidding–I wish!) Real life: I walked away, shaking my head wondering “does that really work?” I mean, obviously it works for him and therefore he places it in his personal arsenal or he’s suffering from some sort of psychosis. Le sigh. If I could get delicious cheesecake each and every time a stupid line got wasted, I’d be one pleasantly plump and happy gal.
Attention guys: give me cheesecake, not some half-baked nonsense that make me worry for the male population.
Squishy Monster ^.~