If I write about you twice. I might really love you. But who knows, really, I mean I have commitment problems. But let's just say I do and keep it simple.consistently great
Trevor. One of the few places I eat at consistently. Why? It's definitely not their toilets (stinkymagoo). It's everything else. I love it. It's always good. So I'm telling you again. Pay attention.
It doesn't matter when I go to Trevor - weekend, weekday, holiday, winter, summer, three years ago, a month a go, or two days in a row. It is always good. That is pretty darn special.
This is what I had yesterday:
|Ahi Tuna Niçoise - Think deconstructed...|
Note that the tomato sauce ruined it for me.
This is what Cracker had:
|Slow roasted pork belly...*%&#@@#|
And I could eat that octopus all day and all night
I almost licked Cracker's plate...
Cracker won. Not that it was a competition. We finished dinner with tea for her and dessert for me. It deserved a double Celine chest pump. Mmmm....peanut butter chantilly...I LOVE PEANUT BUTTER (but not jelly, in case you were wondering).
Sh*t, can I get another with a side of the pork crackelin. THAT would be soooo dirrrtyyy. Food for thought.