the weather made a big ass u-turn and it was cold, wet and cold! when that happens, i want comfort food. okay, maybe some long socks & a ginormous fleece blanket, too!
i had a taste for fries but i was too lazy to walk out to McDs for any, plus i’d feel guilty for feeding into my second stomach, you know. 😦 luckily i had a bag of frozen trader joe’s garlic fries. baked a few of those, according to the package. sprinkled some sea salt. drizzled a bit of truffle oil (very handy to have around). chopped in some fresh parsely (still growing in the garden) and viola! it managed to satisfy my fry craving for a bit. kinda frenchy but kinda not. you make the call.
speaking of french, i had a french lunch at this huge chain in the burbs. initially we wanted italian but we made a quick change to french, because its something we rarely pick. in the burbs more likely everything is a conglomerate chain. in this case, there was a row of three restaurants in front of us: french, italian & something (can’ t remember) but its all owned my one place conjoined to the mall (but not directly). made she-she w/ valet and all. so i can’t expect too much. i just want a decent lunch.
so we went and checked out mon ami gabi. french brassiery, old gentlemen’s club type of place. i think we were the only people of color besides the table staff. lotsa business-y men & coiffed older women. my lunch date said were going to have a fake french food, aren’t we? possibly, but we’ll see.
a very attentive wait staff. love the hot baguette in a bag. i can just sit there and eat that one item and i’d be a happy gal. but who does that? i ordered the escargot & she had french onion soup to start. me: buttery oily tender morsels but could use a little salt. again, bread & this i’d be fine. she: extremely sweet & cheesy. its almost too sweet. for entree, i had skate (just because i rarely make fish at home). she had a open face shrimp salad. me: it came out smelling funny. like ammonia. forgot that monday is a bad time to order fish, oops. my bad. then again, its bad that they even served it. bleeech! i ended exhanging it for a burger w/ brie. she: had a plate of soupy shrimp salad on top of a super toasted piece of toast. not very tasty. its okay but not very satifying. she only had a quarter of it and just had a piece of my burger. so all in all it wasn’t our kind of place. for what we spent, we probably could have had a better meal or two at some local hole. i suppose there’s a reason why you keep picking the same places to eat, again & again. doh!
listening: a spoon weigh a ton – the flaming lips