I haven’t had a meal that has
satisfied me in weeks now. I don’t know what the problem is. I am sick of
everything I eat and never know what I am in the mood for should I actually try
to figure it out. I think I know what I want but when it arrives I am
disappointed, over it, or no longer hungry. It wouldn’t be such a problem
except I am going to starve to death, eventually. Though I am sure I have a few
years of living off my land before I have to truly worry about that.
In keeping with tradition I
returned to Garguilo’s in Brooklyn last week. It is an annual dinner I attend
where my friends and I celebrate all of our birthdays’ in one great dinner. I
had been looking forward to it for some time. I know the restaurant and how
many great dishes they serve. At that point my only problem was…you guessed it!
What do I order?
As with most restaurants I have a
favorite dish that I repeat no matter how enticing the other menu items are.
Here my favorite is the fettuccini Alfredo. It is quite a heavy dish so I
thought I would opt for something else. I did. I ordered the chicken franchise
as I remember thinking it looked so good when my friend ordered it last year.
Yes my food memory is idyllic.
For our appetizers we had baked
claims and the sun dried tomato, mushroom, mozzarella plate. The cheese
appeared burnt from the way it is cooked and was so good I could have had just that for my
dinner. The baked claims were good but now that I am looking back at my blog (http://thequeenoff-ckingeverything.blogspot.com/2015/03/for-brooklyn-eatery-that-is-renowned.html) from last year the stuffed
mushrooms we had then look much better. I didn’t see that this time on the
menu, unless it was there and I didn’t notice which is totally possible.
I did order the chicken franchise
as my entrée and it was good. But just good, not oh my God how I have been
living without eating this dish good. I was perfectly content eating it with my
side salad and had enough for leftovers. Everyone seemed to really enjoy what
they got as well.
Dessert, now that was the easy
part. I had been craving cheesecake for a while so I went with that and of
course a cappuccino. I knew the cheesecake would be the Italian kind, sort of the
opposite of what you would find in Junior’s restaurant. When it came it was
very good. I ate every single last bite. However I did realize that I would
have been more satisfied with the typical American cheesecake. So now I am on
the lookout for that.
I believe the best part of my
evening occurred at the end. I was drinking, perhaps the best cappuccino of my
ENTIRE life while having a random chat with our waiter. When I say random I mean it. Somehow
we got to talking about lobsters and whether or not they make noise when they are
cooked aka put in a pot of boiling hot water while still alive. Note to self-
they do not. I still think it is cruel though. Apparently the reasoning is for
our benefit, it is healthier to eat fresh shell fish. Then we discovered
that the cooks check to see if it’s male or female. When I asked why I was told
that the females have a sweeter tasting flavor, which makes perfect sense.
Although now it mostly sounds gross as I repeat it in my head as I type.
When we got in the car to go home
it when I realized what my problem might be. I had been trying to think about
how I felt about this experience. It was fun, the food was tasty but I was
bowled over by it and that bothered me. You know, it bothered me that it
bothered me but there I was.
I eat out
quite often, maybe too often, to appreciate the simplistic components of my
meal. In this ever growing neighborhood you can have your fill of just about anything
(http://thequeenoff-ckingeverything.blogspot.com/2016/03/for-love-of-my-first-husband-donnie.html). I also eat quite a lot of
Italian food both at home and at local restaurants, so much so that it’s second
nature to me. Perhaps I had momentarily forgotten to appreciate what a good simple meal was like. I have decided to count my blessings and this evening as a night
out with familiar faces and familiar dishes.
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