The Garden Club

My aunt had a get-together dinner with her co-workers at The Garden Club, whose lamb ribs are rumored to be great. So in the absence of Father, our family tagged along to dinner. We meet at the South San Francisco CalTrain station at six—? Mother southbound, Me and Grandmother Northbound, Aunt picking us up at the station. Grandmother and I arrived at the San Mateo station 5minutes before the 5:46 train, but the 5:36 train was late by three minutes, thus almost convincing me that we missed our train.

Dinner:
We ordered NY Steak, Lamb, and the Special Spare Ribs to share between the four of us. I must say, the meat itself has almost no meat flavor—?there was little to distinguish between the lamb and the steak—?though the Italian flavoring did hide that fact pretty well. The worst was the spare ribs; even the fat had little flavor. The lamb was the best, though the was little to credit other than the impressive use of seasonings plus adding an almononexistentant layer of bread crumbs before roasting, which made it more appealing to chemoreceptors on our tongues and in our nostrils. There were also shrimp salad, clam soup, and dessert, which, with the exception of the sundae (or tapioca pudding, depending on our choices), were all overly salty for my taste. However, this is not a fault of the Club: our family generally eat less salt for health purposes.

I'm also not used to eating so much meat in one sitting, strangely enough. I used to love meat. Even now, I can still feel a heavy weight of proteins sitting in my stomach, amist gastric juices with a pH of 1. My oral cavity felt like it was coated with a layer of fat earlier, but it was taken care of with a mug of hot tea.


Music: Flugel (Instrumental Vers) - Makabe Kazuki (Iishi Makoto) // Soukyuu no Fafner Character Single: Flugel