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Jul. 2nd, 2005 04:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mamagotchawell, last night bill and i asked julia to watch the baby so we could go out and have some relaxed adult time together. she was up for it so we dressed up (i actually wore a dress, because i didn't have to worry about nursing! whee!) and went out. a friend recommended a place we hadn't been before... all organic and locally grown stuff, but included meat so bill would be happy. sounded like a win-win so off we went.
place was trendy, prices a bit steep but everything looked and smelled great so we decided to go for it. we were seated right away, just before the friday night rush, so we were feeling lucky.
decided against salad, soup, wine... just the two entrees would be about fifty bucks, and that wasn't including tax or tip. we ordered and waited about forty minutes for our dinners, getting a tiny plate of about six little triangles of yummy grainy bread and olive oil to nibble on. after half an hour, we asked for another plate, this time getting a different, lighter bread, but still fresh and good.
bill got some pork chops that came with a wonderful brown sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, yellow wax beans... it was a lovely pile of grub. my risotto had tiny bay shrimp, zucchini, portobello mushrooms, toasted pine nuts and a bit of parmesan.
mmm. everything was really good, until i got about 2/3 through my serving. i bit into something acrid and burned-tasting, and figured i'd gotten a bad or burned pine nut. bleah, but eh. it happens. moving on, i shoveled in another bite... this time i had something that felt as well as tasted strange.
i tried to take it out of my mouth without making a big deal, and looked at it... it was a cigarette butt! bill saw it too, and his eyes flew wide open. i set it on the side of my plate, and we both started laughing. he waved a waitress over, and she snatched it up and ran off.
the right side of my mouth was bitter-tasting and strange... i gnawed on some of the remaining bread, taking advantage of bill's rapidly diminishing puddle of excellent gravy. we made some dumb jokes about it, and waited for someone to come back. finally, an elegant lady (who i'd been watching before... she had really long hair!) came to talk with us... she was the owner, and said, "well, you have a free dinner tonight." we spoke for a moment... she said nothing like this had happened before, and i asked her if it was organic. she said it was a lucky strike, so it wasn't likely. i asked for a glass of cranberry juice or something to rinse the taste out of my mouth, and she got it.
it was strange. i got the impression that she suspected that perhaps i'd slipped the butt into my dinner... (she said that it hadn't been cooked in the risotto, because you could still see the brand name on it). we waited for the bill (for bill's dinner) and when we asked the server, she said both our dinners were on the house. that i wasn't expecting, so we left a tip for her. the owner said, "i hope you'll come back and try us again" as we left, but i still felt strange... she really seemed to have a defensive demeanor, rather than the apologetic one i would have expected.
bill asked me if i was going to name the restaurant in my blog. anyone who knows KC restaurants probably already can figure it out. since it wasn't the owner's fault, and since she did give bill his dinner on the house, i decided not to. but i'm not in any big hurry to go back there... i mean, i've got to get back up on the horse and all that, but still...
nasty stuff. i can still taste it, if i think of it.
we came home and instead of watching a movie and making a fabulous nectarine sundae like i was planning, wrestled with some incredibly odd eudora errors and went to bed. kind of a dud date night all around.
today has been a bit less exciting... linc and wiley and i walked down to the farmers market and back, julia made focaccia bread (some really yummy focaccia bread, i'd like to say!), rain and dan are hanging out, bill's mowing the lawns, and i'm fooling around with my lj friendslist. big fun in kansas city!
place was trendy, prices a bit steep but everything looked and smelled great so we decided to go for it. we were seated right away, just before the friday night rush, so we were feeling lucky.
decided against salad, soup, wine... just the two entrees would be about fifty bucks, and that wasn't including tax or tip. we ordered and waited about forty minutes for our dinners, getting a tiny plate of about six little triangles of yummy grainy bread and olive oil to nibble on. after half an hour, we asked for another plate, this time getting a different, lighter bread, but still fresh and good.
bill got some pork chops that came with a wonderful brown sauce, garlic mashed potatoes, yellow wax beans... it was a lovely pile of grub. my risotto had tiny bay shrimp, zucchini, portobello mushrooms, toasted pine nuts and a bit of parmesan.
mmm. everything was really good, until i got about 2/3 through my serving. i bit into something acrid and burned-tasting, and figured i'd gotten a bad or burned pine nut. bleah, but eh. it happens. moving on, i shoveled in another bite... this time i had something that felt as well as tasted strange.
i tried to take it out of my mouth without making a big deal, and looked at it... it was a cigarette butt! bill saw it too, and his eyes flew wide open. i set it on the side of my plate, and we both started laughing. he waved a waitress over, and she snatched it up and ran off.
the right side of my mouth was bitter-tasting and strange... i gnawed on some of the remaining bread, taking advantage of bill's rapidly diminishing puddle of excellent gravy. we made some dumb jokes about it, and waited for someone to come back. finally, an elegant lady (who i'd been watching before... she had really long hair!) came to talk with us... she was the owner, and said, "well, you have a free dinner tonight." we spoke for a moment... she said nothing like this had happened before, and i asked her if it was organic. she said it was a lucky strike, so it wasn't likely. i asked for a glass of cranberry juice or something to rinse the taste out of my mouth, and she got it.
it was strange. i got the impression that she suspected that perhaps i'd slipped the butt into my dinner... (she said that it hadn't been cooked in the risotto, because you could still see the brand name on it). we waited for the bill (for bill's dinner) and when we asked the server, she said both our dinners were on the house. that i wasn't expecting, so we left a tip for her. the owner said, "i hope you'll come back and try us again" as we left, but i still felt strange... she really seemed to have a defensive demeanor, rather than the apologetic one i would have expected.
bill asked me if i was going to name the restaurant in my blog. anyone who knows KC restaurants probably already can figure it out. since it wasn't the owner's fault, and since she did give bill his dinner on the house, i decided not to. but i'm not in any big hurry to go back there... i mean, i've got to get back up on the horse and all that, but still...
nasty stuff. i can still taste it, if i think of it.
we came home and instead of watching a movie and making a fabulous nectarine sundae like i was planning, wrestled with some incredibly odd eudora errors and went to bed. kind of a dud date night all around.
today has been a bit less exciting... linc and wiley and i walked down to the farmers market and back, julia made focaccia bread (some really yummy focaccia bread, i'd like to say!), rain and dan are hanging out, bill's mowing the lawns, and i'm fooling around with my lj friendslist. big fun in kansas city!
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Another food horror story
Date: 2005-07-03 03:44 am (UTC)As I was going to sleep, one of the mussels decided to take its revenge on me. I have never gone so fast from mildly queasy to empty stomach. This wans't projectile vomiting, it was aerosol vomiting. Most of it went in the john, but there was a fine spray of chunder covering half the bathroom.
Interestingly, once my stomach was empty I was fine, and didn't even lose much sleep.
Re: Another food horror story
Date: 2005-07-03 03:49 am (UTC)i didn't get queasy, just... ick. bleah. yuck.
thanks for, um, sharing!
;-)
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Date: 2005-07-03 07:09 am (UTC)