My sister and I had a lot to celebrate yesterday, July 17th. We’d had a really pleasant business meeting, a substantial item was now behind us… We decided to treat ourselves to a nice dinner.
Having killed an hour+ shopping in the mall first (apparently there’s not a Keg brunch scene), we ended up settling in at the lounge with still 60 minutes of happy hour left.
Drinks were in order, apps were in order. “Caesar Brussels Sprouts” were on offer, and we ventured.
in indignity…
any favours.”
(NOT.)
Mackenzie took one bite and shuddered ———*record scratch*
This here is a guest post, by friend of the blog Hayley Bleho!
Right off the bat, gotta say: it’s not a Caesar salad so I’m docking a point.
- Croutons: too big.
- Dressing: uninspired.
- Lettuce: Brussels sprouts.
- Also: too burnt. Why are these sprouts so brown?
- Cheese: Is this parm?
- Cheese (Reprise): “Oh I found the parmesan… So what is this then?… That’s an onion, maybe?… Or IS it parmesan??… Who can say…”
- Lemon Wedge: Used (*extraordinary circumstances). I don’t think it gave this dish an advantage.
- All the bacon‘s at the bottom.
The Five Stages of Eating the Keg’s Caesar Brussels Sprouts
(1)
You: “I mean it’s not incredible but I’m happy to be eating it.”
(2)
You: “I wish I had someone here to help me.” (pointed look at companion)
(3)
Companion: “Are you done with your sprouts?”
You: “I think yeah. I don’t really want to eat them more.”
(4)
Waitress, removing an errant sliver of sprout from the table top: “I keep thinking it’s a moth wing. It’s scaring me.”
(5)
You: “I’m gonna have another Brussels sprout.” (eat one, push plate so far away it clinks against a glass) “This is poopoo.”
Mackenzie Bleho 