Well, let me start off by saying Oh My God. So good. So crazy good. And I ate.
A lot.
Really. I was rolling around, crying on the couch because it was so crazy good and I couldn't stop eating. Even though I was sick for 2 days afterward, it was worth it. Totally.
Their silverware look like little fish.
See. Really cute.
We started with Chicken/Mushroom/Feta stuffed pastry. I could have died right there. The feta… the perfect cheese for this.
See.
Mr Weston. The room was a burnt umber color with reeds painted all around.
I had on this crazy ass top I bought in Cali.
And I drank some Blue Moon.
I had the Cajun Fettuchine. The waitress warned me that it would be hot, but compared to the Hot Chicken leftovers I ate all week, this was nothing. Well, nothing but really tasty.
"Cajun Fettuccini with Chicken
Fresh fettuccini tossed in a spicy Cajun sauce made from tomatoes, whole butter, Tabasco, Worcestershire, thyme, and tender sliced chicken breast. Topped with parmesan cheese and scallions."
Troy had this.
Jamaican Grilled Swordfish
A large swordfish steak marinated in Jamaican jerk seasonings, served with flash-seared South Sea prawns on a bed of ginger-jasmine rice with a mango buerre blanc and tropical fruit salsa.
I stole a lot of the rice. I am positive I want to be buried in a coffin filled with it when I die. Actually, next time we go I am going to ask for a side dish of it to eat with the Cajun chicken. Eating them together was a little bit of heaven according to Mr. Weston. I agree.
Also! I like swordfish. It has the consistency of a beef steak and no fish taste.
To show what absolute hogs we were that night, we both ordered our own fruit tart when splitting one would have been more than enough. But Troy tricked me into thinking he was going to order an Irish coffee and switched at the last minute. Sabotage!
Honestly, I couldn't stop eating it. I ate until I almost died.
But I would glady go again. I think next time for lunch, so I can pass out afterwards under my desk.
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