Steven joined me in DC this past weekend to keep me company on my marathon work trip. Since DC was experiencing global warming in the form of torrential downpours, our nightly trips for dinner and a walk were usually cut short. One place that we liked, la tomate, we visited on 2 occasions. The first night we went there, in a rare occurrence, we ordered the same thing: lobster fettuccini. Now, I should have know from my previous experience that things can be quite literal, our meal came with....drum roll please...a lobster on top of the fettuccini. I could only laugh. Of course this happened to me. More than once.
In another culinary snafu, Steven ordered soft shelled crab from a seafood place. Why he did this, only he knows, but I do have to give him props for being adventurous with food. I would NEVER order something like that. Even if it is considered a delicacy. When the critters arrived I could tell that Steven was having second thoughts about his meal choice. The crabs looked exactly as I would imagine them in the wild. The waiter assured him that he should eat the entire critter, soft shell and all. Steven was a trooper and gave it his best, but after eating nearly one whole crab (there were 2 good sized ones), he confessed that he thought he might throw up.
That entire night Steven said that he felt like the crab was trying to get back out. It did eventually make its way out, but it landed in the toilet, with a splash.
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