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| - First off, our waiter was great. He kinda reminded me of Giorgio Tsoukalos from Ancient Aliens, meaning he had wild hair, was opinionated, and he spoke with passion.
He literally waved off our brussels sprouts order and told us to get the chopped salad as a starter instead. He was right. I am sure the sprouts are great bc everything I had that night was fire. That salad doe.... oh man. Light, beguiled, refreshed, sensual, seduced, crisp, invigorated, awed- those are a bunch of seemingly random words. But they all kinda help describe how my mouth felt eating that salad. GET IT.
We also had the charred octopus for a starter. More seemingly random words- smoky, delighted, playful, loved, caressed. GET IT.
Then the mother load dropped in front of me....
Duck Meatloaf.
To properly describe this experience, 1) I want to write a letter from my mouth to this delicious beast, and 2) I need the assistance of the Prince of Soul himself. Mr. Marvin Gaye...
Come take control, just grab a hold
Of my body and mind soon we'll be making it, honey
oh we're feeling fine
You're my medicine, open up and let me in
Darling, you're so great
I can't wait for you to operate
Again, I don't know if thats the most accurate way to describe my evening, but it's all i can do with my limited means to best describe the sensation of the duck meatloaf
GET IT.
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