Ever had this feeling where regret hits you the minute the wait staff whisks off with the menu? For me, 9 out of 10 times, the impeding doom of regret boils into an I-knew-it diner’s remorse, made worse by a heavy though supposedly compensatory dessert.
I don’t know why I ordered the chicken casserole at Oriole. I probably buckled under pressure. Chicken casserole was really not what I was hankering for for the following reasons: It was a hot mad-blood-stirring day; I have never found chicken exciting; tomato sauce conjures images of canned slobber sauce from childhood; and I wasn’t particularly hungry. So if I were to connect the dots, I should have ordered the roasted beetroot salad the MILF next to me had.
Maybe I was lucky. This turned out to be the 1 out of 10 times that regret simmered into a pot of fresh, comforting, dunk-worthy stew, filled with tender chicken and spanish chorizo sausages chunks. It was so good I wanted to take some of it home for mum who loves stews but alas, the pot was wiped clean.
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I'm definitely feeling the stew. :)
you know when I first read your title, my first thoughts were 'was it that bad?' cos I thought you scored the food 1/10. LOL
=p
i had the exact same reaction! (about the 1/10) haha
recently i re-tried the fish & chips there, after having a bad first time. it was not bad, except the fish wasn't the oily cod i fantasised off; instead it was flakey snapper.
i'm not hot about their fish and chippers either but they make a mean cod fish pie =)
Sorry but "MILF"? Seriously? Never thought you the type.
the MILF or the salad? either way, why not?!
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