I was in DC, at a conference. Sous Chef Brian is a big fan of monuments and statues and blisters and such, so he came along. He went around taking pictures like this:
And I went around taking pictures of hotel carpets, like this:
And when we were together, we were eating, sleeping, or I was busy trying to get him as stressed out as I was, "Where's my presentation?" "Where's my toothbrush?" "Which socks go best with this suit?"
We went to this awesome tapas place, which in conversation I kept hearing as a "topless place," and ate things like this:
|Some sort of blue cheese. I didn't take notes. I barely took pictures.|
|Fried potatoes with some banging cream sauce. Because once you're eating fried potatoes, why not add cream?|
|Roasted red peppers stuffed with goat cheese.|
|Chicken fritters (not a winner)|
|Out of season and delicious "grilled asparagus." Pretty shiny for grilled, don't ya think?|
|Everyone says never to use flash on food pictures, but which photo isn't yellow? This one.|
And I got my salad - spinach, bacon, egg, fried onions, etc and some butternut squash and bacon soup.
And Sous Chef Brian got a salad too - avocado, egg, bacon, etc.
And our friend got green pea ravioli, with bacon.
So we're detoxing now, playing vegan for a few days to recover.
Sous Chef Brian chose something that was called "Lemon Chicken Soup" but was, in practice, "Lemon Chicken Pudding." Nobody won.
|"High traffic flames"|
*I believe we need contractions in our language that carry the weight of several words, like "ya'll've" (y-olive). "You all have" is just a mouthful.