A few of us were embarrassingly late as the munchkin woke up late from his morning nap. This plate of bread kept my family entertained while they waited for us – nothing like a much of carbs to keep everyone sane.
Deep-fried calamari might not be something you order at a French restaurant but that’s what we did – and two plates of it as one would amount to a civil war. Light crispy batter, fresh squid piled atop a spicy roasted pepper sauce. Too yummeh.
Bar-Roque’s mixed rotisserie platter would force a vegetarian into confession. Roasted chicken, kurobuta ham and leg of lamb – all perfectly seasoned and roasted. The only quibble I have was it got slightly monotonous after a while. First World issues, tell me about it.
Which is why the Prime Rib Eye still steals my longing heart. Oh char-grilled beef fat, I have ran out of love sonnets for you.
Another picture shall explain how much I love thee.
We order a main course portion of the Ravioles "Royan" and not a single pillow was left unloved. Itsy-bitsy wild mushrooms ravioli smothered in aged Gruyere… Forget drunk-driving, listening to Symphony 92.4FM after consuming this is one serious traffic hazard.
Lest we forget it was a birthday meal. A lovely apple pie was shared among many peckish forks.
My sister, the birthday girl, with the apple pie of her eye - not referring to myself, obviously. Yeap, I totally failed as a mum by forgetting to wipe the blueberry smear away from my kid's face with my saliva.