Last night John and I went out to eat in a rather late celebration of our anniversary. We rarely go out to eat, so this was a special occasion. We went to one of the nicer restaurants here in town, one that we generally go to just for our anniversary or other special event. In the past, the food was tasty, healthy, and very fresh. So as I looked over the menu, I happily selected Pasta Rosa, which was billed as chicken with fettuccine, tomatoes, and peas. I opted out of the prosciutto.
Here’s where I went wrong. I always encourage people to ask the server questions about how the food is prepared. And I almost always do, but last night I incorrectly assumed that because I had eaten there before I “knew” how the food was going to be prepared. I was wrong.
First of all, the bread was served in a brown bag that was covered in grease. Gross. John and I pulled the bread out and there was really no place to put it to slice it, even if we had wanted to eat it, so we left it sitting there like a lump on the middle of the table. Then our dinners came.
Mine was served on a square plate and had enough food on it for at least 5 people. At least. But that was okay, because I just portioned out what I thought I would eat and took a bite of the chicken. It was fried. Breaded and fried. I couldn’t believe it. And it wasn’t a good fried taste, but a soggy breading. Yuck. So I moved the chicken over to the “extra” side of my plate and tried the pasta. It was swimming in some kind of sweet cream sauce, and the vegetables were few and far between.
I took a few bites but just couldn’t eat anymore of it. John kindly gave me his yams and green beans so at least I had something to do while he was eating his food. He tasted mine and liked the sweetness of the sauce, but he said he could see why I didn’t like it.
Here’s a picture of my entree, you can see the fried chicken pieces and the very few vegetables.
Lesson learned – again. It taught me to never get complacent about my food – not at home, and not while eating out. I brought the entree home because I didn’t want to leave it there, but I’m going to toss it. It’s not healthy, not tasty, and definitely not worth the calories! I learned to not relax at restaurants and ask lots of questions. I should have sent it back, but it was our anniversary meal and I didn’t want to spoil it.
Have you ever been surprised at how a restaurant meal was prepared, and what did you do? Diane