I walked in to my local foreign eatery with tentative steps. It had been almost a full year since my last visit and due to an exceptionally bad experience involving a plate of raw pasta and the flesh of a domesticated animal, I was somewhat reluctant to grace the establishment with my practiced palate ever again. However, the thought of workaday Thai fodder today sent my stomach into a frenzy of animated convulsions. My jaws needed to engage a piece of meat which hadn't been tampered with by a Lao Khao addled octogenarian with a 5000-year-old wok and an unsightly growth on her forehead.
I needed stodge. And all the noodle soups and pad krapows in the world wouldn't even come close to sating the ferocity of my appetite.
So naturally, after a cursory glance at the menu, I ordered a Caesar Salad to start. You generally can't go wrong with a salad. Salads don't require grilling, or frying, or roasting. You'd actually have to work pretty hard to fuck a salad up.
Some minutes after I'd placed my order it arrived.
"Caesar salad" croaked the comely serving wench.
The name was apt if nothing else. What stood before me looked like a fucking pub brawl in Pompeii.
On to the main course, and I plumped for the lamb. Or to be more precise 'Lamb in herbal'. Although this disconcertingly vague description didn't inspire a great deal of confidence, I was unable to pinpoint anything else on the menu which piqued my interest. So I issued the waitress with instructions and waited with a decided air of pessimism about me.
But my cynicism soon abated when I was presented with what can only be described as an enchanting platter of eclectic edibles.
The lamb fell from the bone with divine tenderness, and the sauce which accompanied it was mottled with rosemary, thyme and coriander. It was indeed, 'herbal'.
However, I did have several major quibbles with the rest of the dish.
1. The Caesar Salad which I'd had for my appetizer had mysteriously reappeared. I'd suggest that the leftovers from my starter had been used as garnish.
2. The chips were so brittle that the merest glance would snap the fuckers in half.
3. As well as chips, there was also a healthy abundance of potatoes woven into the lamb shank sauce ensemble, meaning I'd have double portions of carbohydrates. Did these people not understand the concept of a 'diet'. I was irked to a degree with their irresponsibility.
Nitpicking aside, I'd award this particular dining experience 7.7/10: A very satisfactory repast.