*sigh*I hate it when you go out to lunch at a cafe and it's just bad.
B-a-d, bad.
Well, the food wasn't unpalletable, but it wasn't fantastic or worth paying for frankly. I ordered a bruschetta. Larie ordered a filo pastry pillow thing that was meant to have a nice combination of chicken and vegetables in it. They sounded good at least!
When they arrived at the table, though, it looked like they'd both had the hell cooked out of them. My poor little bruschetta was singed to burnt around the edges and the salsa looked like it had seen better days but couldn't remember when. Larie's filo pillow looked great on the outside, but when she cut into it, everything on the inside looked cremated (and tasted it too, apparently).
Sucks to go out and know that you can cook better things at home.
That means that there's still only one cafe in the town that I'm a true fan of, which is Wild Thyme and it's not just because they sell the amazing masks (my famous quote about the masks: "It's not kinky, it's just leather!").
2 comments:
reckon I could guess where those burnt offerings came from - midstreet?
have you tried the little soul food place on the end? the have these amazing glazed figs coated in chocolate and lots of other gourmet goodies
Midstreet as in Three Sugars? No... although they often don't produce the greatest stuff there. It was at the Crundish Cafe, which had always been not-too-bad in the cafe stakes really!
Haven't tried the place at the end of the street yet (the wine bar one), but the glazed figs in chocolate sounds amazing!
The deli here is getting better and better too (next to Crundish). The lady who owns it has more stuff than ever stocked there now and it's all fantastic to the point where you go in and can't decide what to buy/try first *lol*
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