Next, we had a Washington rejects shirt salad. Mine would have starved a rabbit. It was extremely bitter, and there was almost no dressing on it at all. I tried to enjoy it but just couldn’t convince myself that it was any good. It was as if someone went out into their front yard and grabbed the first handful of grass they saw and threw it into a bowl. My wife’s salad wasn’t any better, and I could tell by the face she made that she was through with it after a couple of bites. We were offered a replacement, but we declined it because we had soup coming. I’ve had authentic gumbo in New Orleans before, so I know what it is supposed to taste like. I’ve also had the canned variety from the grocery store, so I’m familiar with that, too. All of the time, the waiter was very attentive and was acting like we were being offered the very finest cuisine the planet had to offer. For the life of him, he couldn’t understand why we were not pleased.
Washington rejects shirt Hoodie, V-neck-tee-shirt, ladies-tee, and tank-top
This gumbo was Washington rejects shirt cold in spots and tasted like the latter. It looked OK but it was just bland and tasteless. I came into this with high expectations, but things were going downhill fast. I mean, if I would have stood up from my seat, they would have hit me as they opened and closed. This was distracting, but of course, had no effect on the flavor of the food. The next course was the ceviche. I love ceviche, or at least I did up to that point. It had a slight citrus flavor… and fish. It tasted fishy. Not the good kind of fishy, the bad kind of fishy that led you to believe that perhaps this wasn’t the catch of the day. I’m usually pretty easy going, but by now, I was fed up. We had been seated the better part of an hour to receive this food that was mediocre at best. The door was opening and closing, continually interrupting our conversation.