It's Friday! And TGIF, as usual. I took a long, hot shower after work to beat out the week. Then Shelby came over, and we three walked up the street to sample a reasonably-priced neighborhood French restaurant, planning to return afterwards to our apartment to a Flight of the Conchords fest on DVD.
We had an amazing dinner. I had tender, succulent chicken flavored with rosemary atop savory mushroom risotto in a red wine and truffle oil sauce; Shelby had a juicy turkey burger on a perfectly toasted bun; Chris had one of the best mesclun salads I've ever tasted and a deliciously chewy, lean hangar steak with carmelized onions and some crispy frites.
As we were finishing up our meal, second only in recent months to the Lincoln Cafe in quality, I glanced over at the table next to us and
saw one of the biggest cockroaches in MY LIFE climbing up the tabletop toward one woman's plate.
I couldn't even scream, or cry out, or point. I was paralyzed with shock. Then the woman saw it and shrieked; the table jostled and wine glasses toppled; everyone around gasped and stood up, flailing.
Chris said sternly, "Everyone stay calm" and swooped in with a napkin for the kill. "My hero!" the woman actually said (hmph. He's MINE actually). The table on the other side of the afflicted one applauded.
I don't have a point to this story, except that as delicious as dinner was I don't think I can eat at that restaurant again, or at least I'm going to want to sit in the middle of the floor and not in a booth. The bug was the size of a poodle, I swear to God.
I'm still squirming!!!!!
4 comments:
It's like a scene from a movie. Too bad a giant rat didn't leap from the sewer to devour the deceased poodleroach.
The food must have been really amazing if you are willing to return.
well that's the city for you...
i would have been horrified!
also, my chris would ran in the other direction!
Heh. Nice work, Hot Butterscotch.
I'm actually NOT willing to return but I didn't want Chris to think I was a sissy. Heh. But...UGH.
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