Monday started things off with a bang and today the week ended with a bang. The middle pretty much sucked though and is not really worth mentioning. I think I had some leftovers and then I went out of town and had some bad airport food followed by some government agency cafeteria food, followed by more bad airport food. At one point I think I had a meal that consisted entirely of a king size Mr. Goodbar. This also prompted me to look up that movie about Mr. Goodbar from the 70s which I always assumed with a name like that was a kooky rom com. Um no. It is totally F'd up man and nothing I think I ever need to see. So, where was I? oh yeah, bad airport food: FYI Tidewater, when you say you have a crab cake and describe it as having Lump Crab Meat, that seems to imply that you have a higher crab meat to breading ratio. Not the other way around. Super disappointed in your crab cake, but then again, I was also at the airport so perhaps the blame is all mine.
Thursday while I was eating Government Agency Cafeteria food (which was a nicely done grilled cheese with bacon) in DC, my cohorts were over at Grove for our department
No photo of the buffet b/c I did not want to embarrass my host, but nice spread. Not your typical buffet either. My compliments to the PC for inventive buffet menu. A Caribbean table had some panfried pork, an unidentified roast veggie of some sort that may have been a plaintain but was more squash-like, fried oysters and fried shrimp and Caribbean cabbage slaw. There was also some fajita chicken and tortillas along with some sausage that I meant to try but didn't get around to getting up and procurring. Also- a soup and sandwich table. Brilliant! Soup was gumbo. Tasty gumbo with a nice kick. Made my nose run, but not so much spice my mouth went numb eating. Juuuust right. Base was really dark brown which freaked me out a little but I was reassured by the service piece which was a giant cast iron and enameled dutch oven. It looked like the gumbo was actually cooked in that pot then carried out to the table. No warning dish or crappy soup tureen. It was sort of impressive.
I forewent salad and jumped right in with entrees. I had a full plate before I found out about the sausages so missed those. Reports were that they were very tasty and had a good spicy kick. I just did a little bit of everything. Highlight was fried oysters and smoked salmon. I am a whore for smoke salmon. I would stuff myself silly with it if I could. I was trying to be classy though and not pig out so only got a few pieces.
Meanwhile, dessert options were presented. Choc mousse cake, turtle cheesecake that actually looked pretty bitchin and dripping with caramel, banana fosters pie that also looked intriguing eventhough BF is not my thing. Keylime pie, um, some other stuff and mango creme brulee. Actually all pretty tempting options. Key lime pie most definitely IS my thing so I ordered some up. Again, distracted by conversation on how cats are dicks so forgot photo. You tell me if I liked it or not:
Really lovely and not a fake green color which I appreciate. Solid graham cracker crust that tasted homemade and some nice heavy whipped cream on top. A perfect finish. I don't know what a membership at this joint costs but the buffet would make it totally worthwhile unless it's like crazy money every month.
Company again, fantastic and almost brought me to tears at one point I was laughing so hard. Cats really are dicks.
I guess you had to be there. Ran into Chungry and Ducky Momo on the way back and got the stink eye from both of them. Not sure if it was for going off floor for lunch mates or going to the Plaza Club without them or both, or maybe they are just a coupla cats? hmmmmm
PS-- found it! This is my plate.
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