let them eat cake

Do you know how smart it is for a restaurant to tell you that they need thirty minutes notice for some of their spectacular desserts? Therefore, they request that you order that last course first–before you’ve stuffed yourself silly on appetizers, soups, main courses, and sides that could do in a sumo wrestler on weigh in day.

It’s all great marketing strategy, and we fell for it hook, line, and sinker. We had raspberry souffles, warm chocolate cake (a misnomer as its real name had to be “kill yourself with one-bite” chocolate decadence), and apple pies with big scoops of ice cream floating all over a table that was flat tired from all the food it had to hold. I sat down at the end of the table, and could have sworn it was leaning my way by the end of the meal. If it wasn’t enough, they kept bringing extra things, compliments of the chef. How thoughtful! We should have been turned on our sides and rolled toward home by the time we were finished. I wished I had some pics of the whole spread to show you the magnitude of what we’re talking. Eating together has always been one of my favorite forms of entertainment, but last night, I personally understood the warnings for gluttony found in the Scriptures.
I have to say despite all the indulgence, it was a spectacular evening, as relatives came from all around, and joined us in celebrating Mike’s dad’s birthday. There is something about the dinner table and family that are joined permanently in my heart as the very definition of good memories. I just need to remember a little self discipline until next time. And if they ask you what you want for dessert before you eat, don’t say I didn’t warn you. (The above picture from the restaurant’s website is the chocolate dessert I had. The picture below is “Filet Oskar,” my entree. Unbelievable.)


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