Anyways, back to last night. Somehow I managed to set a blaze a tortellini in the microwave. Not sure how the knife made it in there with the food and the paper napkin, but I saw through the little fiberglass window streaks of red and orange. Folding the paper napkin in half, I managed to extinguish the hazard. I then pulled the vent cord to let the smoke but the string broke off in my hand. So, I went to the balcony doors, opened them and when I came back the paper was on fire again. I took a chance and threw it in the sink, end of story. When Roger arrived and the place smelled of fire, we decided to dine out.
We ended up at a restaurant down the street where not even he really knew what any of the menu items were.
We picked two dinners and figured we could share them especially if one was not good. This food was beyond waaaaaay beyond not good. The place seemed pretty normal, good crowd, friendly hostess, nothing alluding to the fact that we would have a dinner that rivals the one Indian Jones had in the Temple of Doom.
"Cervelle de veau" was Roger's main entree. Evidently it is a classic french dish, but we were not expecting "calf brains". They didn't even try to disguise it. You know, any other time I would have had my camera and I hate to deprive you of visual images so here's one. Imagine two of these on a plate, with a side of Potatoes Au Gratin.
My dish, I don't even want to take a guess at what the orange mush was poured inside a bread roll. I didn't recognize the flavor.