Well, I'm off shortly for a belated birthday dinner with friends, one of whom had his birthday last night. I've eaten out three times in the last three days and I hope this is better than either of those two meals.
The first, takeout on my birthday, was inedible Mexican seafood. The butter garlic octopus was like erasers with no trace of butter or garlic. An empanada had a sour taste, bitter taste, as if vinegar had been dumped on it. The rest was worse.
Then last night at a steak house, the steak had no flavor, the fried shrimp tasted as if they had been cooked in rancid oil and a friend's chicken-fried chicken tasted as if it had been dipped in Lemon Joy dishwashing liquid. We've been calling it Lemon Joy Chicken all day.
But tonight it's a Brazilian steakhouse, men in gaucho outfits bearing skewers of meat. Should be good. Boy, do I hope it's good.
