B's parents came up to spend the weekend and watch the kiddos so B and I could attend a wedding...my, it's nice to have family to watch kiddos! All of our family live out of state, so we totally
We didn't just make B's parents watch the grandkids...we took them to the zoo too...no, not our house...the real zoo.
Anyway, we attended an outdoor wedding at a lovely old mansion here in Des Moines. The wedding was beautiful, and it was so nice to have B all to myself! He's an architect and for the past three months, he's had crazy deadlines and worked long hours (60+) so it was nice to not have to share him. We really needed that time alone to reconnect.
After the wedding, we looked each other up and down and decided to play hookey from the reception, and went on a date to a local french restaurant instead.
We got right in and found a quiet little corner table. Now, I've admitted on this little old blog many times that I am a food snob. I readily admit that I turn up my nose at chain restaurants and prefer locally owned secrets. I know...it's bad. Can we still be friends?
Anyway, I was feeling at home in my snobiness (snobishness?) at this little french place, and got a little too proud of myself as we ordered our appetizers: Poutine (a dish of french fries covered in a red wine reduction gravy with cheese curds), and the Duck frites.
Now, I did not read the full description of the Duck Frites, nor did I ask our server about them. I assumed the dish was sauted duck or strips of sauted duck hence the 'frites'. After our server left, B was like, "What are Duck frites? Are they fries?" and I was all, "Ummm...it's duck, duh." Now with what little french I remember from college, 'pomme frites' are what we know as french fries, so I assumed 'Duck frites' would be duck meat.
When our appetizers arrived, the server set down the Poutine...and then set down a plate with a large mound of french fries. I was like, "Oh...we didn't order fries." and the server was like, "These are the duck frites you ordered." I was all, "Where's the duck?" she was like, "They are french fries fried in duck fat." Oh. As she left she laughed and said, "I just assumed you two really liked fries." Um. Thanks.
So, we laughed at how ridiculious we looked with our large plate of fries...with a side of fries. I certainly wasn't laughing later when my stomach was screaming all night at me. Gravy fries, and fries fried in duck fat are not a good combo. I don't want to see or smell another french fry for a very long time. And honestly...after those choices, I think I've lost my status as a food snob. Just reading those food descriptions after typing them makes me nauseous...gravy fries?
Moral of the story:
A) Read the full description on a menu and ask your server.
B) Don't be a self-proclaimed food snob...