Guess where I’m eating?

Steelhead trout, beautiful beets just yanked from the garden, greens and risotto. Half of the dish — the trout and the beets — was spot-on perfect, while the second half — a gummy risotto that had turned to mush and the wilted weeds, which were gritty and intertwined with the woody stems from fresh thyme — wasn’t good at all.

Aside from the obvious question — where am I eating? — I’ve got another one: If you got a bunch of thyme twigs, absent of leaves, in your weeds, would you mention it? Just curious, because I asked our server about those twigs, and judging from the look of condescension on her face, I immediately rocketed to first place on her dumbass list. Deserved, I’m sure.