05.27.03
Erin, Willybean and I all went to this swanky restaurant called "Atlantique," which as I'm sure you might guess features a menu predominantly full of seafood offerings.
About the only things I could eat were the things I ordered, although I didn't necessarily enjoy them all.
Willybean had some sort of soup, while Erin and I had a delicious escarole and roasted baby beet salad with a lovely balsamic vinagrette, and a deep-fried goat cheese croquette-thing on top.
Then the waiter brought us each out a teensy ball of sorbet in a martini glass, to cleanse our palates.
Erin had some sort of salmon dish, sided with some seafood grotesqueries, and Willybean and I both had a trio of tuna dishes.
I had forgotten that in areas with a cosmopolitan vibe, people like to eat things like tuna steaks that are only seared around the edges and raw, I mean rare, in the middle.
I'm used to fully-cooked fish except for sushi which isn't, and sometimes also tuna carpaccio which isn't cooked but I know that when I order it.
I don't think about things like ordering a grilled tuna steak, and having to request that it be cooked all the way throughso that I don't die of parasitic infection, or have to get all squicked out from having to chew and gag down slimy warm, slug-like gobss of raw tuna.
Fortunately only two of the tuna dishes featured gory rawness, with the third being some sort of marinated, sashimi-style treat.
And then I was plied with a tiny boat made out of chocolate and filled with grape-sized puffs of differently-flavored mousses, covered in berries. Willybean had a chocolate and banana cake that was gooey and delicious in the middle, and I don't quite recall what Erin ate, but I'm sure it was terrifically delicious and calorie-laden.
But the absolute best part of all were these delicious and teensy tropical fruit-flavored hard candies that were strategically placed throughout the restaurant. By strategically placed, I of course mean placed in areas that made them incredibly easy to transfer their contents into pockets and purses without detection.
I made it out with at least 70 of the damn things. Probably more like 90. But I ate a bunch in the car after dinner, because I've had bigger fun-sized candy bars than that mousse dessert, so I'm not entirely sure.
What's in your head?