well, I didn't get crabs
Jun. 18th, 2004 09:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhiaBecause he expects to see this on LJ Phil the bald, in town at the last minute, tried to give me crabs on Wednesday.
Alas, they were out of soft shell crab, so I had monkfish instead, with fennel and pepper, and a side of asparagus. I even ate the asparagus. I lost my taste for it a few years ago, but, it was that or the rice.
I figured I'd keep my "cheat" to the chardonnay (which no longer tastes unpleasantly dry anymore), a bite of a dinner roll (which I didn't finish because it didn't taste worth it, maybe I'll just have bread when I know the baker). I waited until I had something else in my system, to mitigate the effects of the cheat. It felt like a long time between the arrival of the wine and bread before the salads arrived.
And I had a forkful of key lime pie, which I've since discovered came from Finale, with the addition of Red House homemade un- or only slightly- sweetened whipped cream. Within an hour, I was sugar crashing, passing out on my big cloud pillow while PtB installed the wireless network. It felt like I'd been up for a million years and gravity had suddenly gotten stronger.
Sugar crashing is WAY NEW to me. I usually had so much sugar in my blood at all times that even an entire cup of Burdick's cocoa, which caused Zarf to See Through Time (but not see where he was walking), wouldn't make me hyper (although it sometimes made me "regular"). Watching the diet chemistry in action is endlessly fascinating to me.
The Red House is very quaint. It retains the feeling of a residence. The indoor dining rooms are small, all have fireplaces. The outdoor dining is some of the nicest I've seen in the square. And this is the best part they're open after 10 pm on schoolnights. (PtB arrived after my free screening got out.) We'd stopped at Grendel's, but they'd stopped serving outside at that hour, which mattered more than food. So we kept going. According to reviews, the service and the food at the Red House seems pretty dicey. They were good to us, even though we were there long after they stopped seating, and I liked the food. (I may not order monkfish again from anywhere, because the texture is... weird. But the flavor was nice.)
Alas, they were out of soft shell crab, so I had monkfish instead, with fennel and pepper, and a side of asparagus. I even ate the asparagus. I lost my taste for it a few years ago, but, it was that or the rice.
I figured I'd keep my "cheat" to the chardonnay (which no longer tastes unpleasantly dry anymore), a bite of a dinner roll (which I didn't finish because it didn't taste worth it, maybe I'll just have bread when I know the baker). I waited until I had something else in my system, to mitigate the effects of the cheat. It felt like a long time between the arrival of the wine and bread before the salads arrived.
And I had a forkful of key lime pie, which I've since discovered came from Finale, with the addition of Red House homemade un- or only slightly- sweetened whipped cream. Within an hour, I was sugar crashing, passing out on my big cloud pillow while PtB installed the wireless network. It felt like I'd been up for a million years and gravity had suddenly gotten stronger.
Sugar crashing is WAY NEW to me. I usually had so much sugar in my blood at all times that even an entire cup of Burdick's cocoa, which caused Zarf to See Through Time (but not see where he was walking), wouldn't make me hyper (although it sometimes made me "regular"). Watching the diet chemistry in action is endlessly fascinating to me.
The Red House is very quaint. It retains the feeling of a residence. The indoor dining rooms are small, all have fireplaces. The outdoor dining is some of the nicest I've seen in the square. And this is the best part they're open after 10 pm on schoolnights. (PtB arrived after my free screening got out.) We'd stopped at Grendel's, but they'd stopped serving outside at that hour, which mattered more than food. So we kept going. According to reviews, the service and the food at the Red House seems pretty dicey. They were good to us, even though we were there long after they stopped seating, and I liked the food. (I may not order monkfish again from anywhere, because the texture is... weird. But the flavor was nice.)
