For photographers, it's perfect hunting ground for food porn. For birthday boys, it's comfort food in boy-style portions.
The Garden Slug offers a good range of beers and ciders. Boyfriend Jack picked Hobgoblin to go with his half-slab of hickory babyback ribs, complete with mash and salad. Feels so good to watch him tuck into comfort food and smile that 'I'm conquered' smile. The poor boy's cough has been keeping him off sinful food.
The Garden Slug's food oozed generously of 'comfort', just like my pasta in cream sauce. Frankly speaking, I'm not a fan of cream sauce because of the queasy aftertaste I get everytime I force down a serving. But the people at the Slug didn't do it that way; the sauce was light, the sauteed veggies were ol' too good for a veggie lover and the springy fettucine, oh the fettucine, stole my gastronomical heart away.
Decided that, since we came all the way here, we should at least order their house specialty: Ugly Salmon Cakes. And I'm not kidding you; they're so ugly, my fork repelled them and they kept falling apart. BUT. But the salmon-and-mash combination was good, better than they look, although they were a tad salty. Were they supposed to be that salty?
Thanks to the Slug bunch, I got him the perfect birthday dessert: Apple Streusel with Vanilla Gelato, complete with candle and birthday tag. I remembered him returning from the washroom and commenting that he hoped the apple streusel the waitress was carrying wasn't his. Now was that supposed to be a good thing, or not? Oh well, good thing or not, he wolfed down every single bit. *happy*
Happy Birthday, today, tomorrow, forever and always. :)
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