It's that bloody Jamon Iberico again! Haha but this time is was oh-so-tasty and moist, arriving in generous portions which were properly sliced, unlike the dried-up chunks that we previously had to endure at Spruce. Yonks better than what we paid for previously, and cheaper too! The nuttiness and silky fattiness of the meat makes me weak in my porky knees every single time... Pig in my favourite form, yum!
500g medium rare T-bone for you Ma'am? Incredibly juicy and perfectly cooked, I had a hard time deciding whether to continue stuffing my face with this slab red meat, or to attend to the pain sensors on my bursting belly and overloaded feedback loops in my brain. I chose the former, naturally...
Wayyyy too (sickly) sweet, flat-finished, and unrefined Napanook recommended by the manager/our server that I can aptly describe as "never again!". I should have heard the warning bells ring when he pronounced Bordeaux as "Boar-dyuks"...
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And to end it off, some extremely nasty tasting COUGH syrup masquerading as a cherry/apricot (memory fails me) liqueur, "on the house". But of course, who in their right mind WOULD drink that willingly? Dessert was dismal, a sad sweet mush of ice-cream & caramel sandwiched between two soggy biscuits (haa) soaked in some nonsensical sweet alcohol (again) which no doubt classifies it as a serious diabetes independent risk factor.
Verdict: Go for the meat, leave the dessert, but whatever you do, don't trust a server who tells you the "Boar-dyuks" are pretty good but would you care to try a wine that I personally really like?
