I have a broken fridge. It's rental hell. You might not think it would be as bad as, say, having no hot water for a week (been there too) but TRUST ME if you're of the 'buy all your meat and beans from tesco then go to the market for vegetables' persuasion, as I am, it really screws with your food plans. My food plans have mainly been orientated around using everything up, including the frozen vegetables, in various hotch-potch meals. The last thing that I cooked was a sausage and lentil stew which I served with 'salad' of (previously frozen) green beans and peas. (Loads of them. Enough for five people to get sick of.) That was last Saturday. Since then, I have eaten out or I have not eaten. It has been kind of a treat but actually just really expensive and boring. I've recently been feeling wearied by restaurant food, like my tongue has been burnt and I can't really taste anything. At the time, I enjoy it and (I think) I can still recognise when it's good but, unlike before, I don't remember it VIVIDLY and go on about how great it was months after. And also, actually I don't know if I really can taste if something's good. In fact, let's try again: eating out a lot recently has meant that I have eaten out in more underwhelming restaurants and have become over-exposed to the good ones meaning that I can't appreciate them properly. (Now, that's a first world problem if ever I heard one.) It's almost like I can't be bothered to enjoy it just as I can't be bothered to do my hair or keep up with the chores or write this blog. I need a nap.
Red Dog Saloon was one of the actually unimpressive restaurants. I didn't really expect it to be any good but it was right next to where we'd been wine tasting and, more than anything else, we were hungry. When I saw fried chicken on the menu, I thought I could reclaim my poor experience at Bird. And I admit, this chicken was at least hot and not AS dry. But it was still a bit dry. I don't know whether to attribute that to being a breast piece or a more general quality. But basically, I was uninspired. And I definitely have it in me to be inspired by fried chicken because I LOVE greasy, American junk food. The mash was creamy- but tiny and with only a touch of gravy. The greens were interesting and had been cooked in an interesting tangy way but, ultimately, there was nothing here to write home about.
Red Dog Saloon was one of the actually unimpressive restaurants. I didn't really expect it to be any good but it was right next to where we'd been wine tasting and, more than anything else, we were hungry. When I saw fried chicken on the menu, I thought I could reclaim my poor experience at Bird. And I admit, this chicken was at least hot and not AS dry. But it was still a bit dry. I don't know whether to attribute that to being a breast piece or a more general quality. But basically, I was uninspired. And I definitely have it in me to be inspired by fried chicken because I LOVE greasy, American junk food. The mash was creamy- but tiny and with only a touch of gravy. The greens were interesting and had been cooked in an interesting tangy way but, ultimately, there was nothing here to write home about.
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