Guess where I'm eating?
Lori Midson

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.

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