To Go -- fancy and tasty
Originally uploaded by lindes.
I went to a fah-ncy restaurant tonight, to say farewell to a favorite co-worker.
I may have imbibed more than one glass of wine.
I never drink anymore.
We'll call this buzz blogging.
I thought it was a french restaurant, it was actually just good food.
I had pan seared ahi tuna with wasabi mashed potatoes.
It was art. A giant gob of green potatoes with four pretty tuna steaks, topped with a big frizzy spray of fried noodles.
This was all on the uber boss' dime, and it was heavenly. But the Honey was stuck with crack donalds while I ate art. I could at least share a little of my bounty.
I was careful to save easily a quarter of my green taters and one entire steak for a to go box. I noticed other people were holding back, so I figured I was golden. The snooty waiter (who also really needed to pluck that unibrow) took my plate without asking if I needed a box, and since it was so clearly a neatly trimmed quarter of a piece of art, I thought ooo-la-laa, I'll get a foil swan, and all will be right with the world.
Did I mention they were clearing to make way for the grand marnier souffle?
HWah-hwah-hoh-haaaa! (that was my cheesy french laugh, phonetically)
I turned just in time to see that dirty mock frenchman plop the evil accountant's seafood alfredo on top of my plate. Smashing my beautiful quarter gob of green wasabi potatoes. Burying my perfectly seared ahi.
Okay, I screamed silently in my head, distracted only by the steam burns from my souffle. My foodie soul is still screaming.
Jacques Unibrow killed my aluminium dream.
As my old friend Galen would say,
Fuck the French.