Eating like a bitch-tit.
Last night I embarked on a 'gastronomic journey'.
My hot friend Megan took me to Reserve and this is what we ate. I shit you the fuck not.
- Venison with raspberry ice-cream.
- Lamb with a pesto 'dissociation' (basil jelly and parmesan sorbet).
- John Dory with blood-red orange and ice-cream.
- Seared tuna, roasted chicken oysters, crunchy peanut butter and banana raviolo.
- Roasted duck breast, orange and poppy seed muffin, beetroot sausage, Ribena glaze.
I'm serious. That's what we ate. I know it sounds like something they'd serve you at the Helen Keller Institute, but it actually ruled. The place is fucking crazy.
Then we tried some of their chocolate fondant and it was so good we were physically unable to speak.
I heart food.
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That is a serious amount of protein. d'you think you can die from eating too much peanut butter? no allergies, it's just my way of expressing emotional denial.
A pesto "dissociation"??
Is this place run by Simon and Minty from Posh Nosh?
That's not food. That's a bunch of protein allsorts.
- dt
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