Glass breaks blog holiday

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My usual cafe is closed so it’s to a new place around the corner on Carlisle St. It takes courage to try a new unknown cafe. It takes even more courage to walk out after asking to read the menu.

I wish I had more courage. I could tell from the menu that it wasn’t the kind of place I wanted to be in. But it was crowded so I gave it the benefit of the doubt and ordered sausages with fried potatoes and a San Pellegrino water.

What arrived was ugly. Split sausages atop a pile of fried sliced potatoes - some a little too brown - garnished with two basil leaves. The sausages were spicy and spiked with fennel. Although they tasted good I was already spitting out lumps of gristle and fat.

Then it was grit that crunched and wedged itself between two molars. What I picked out was glass and at last I had an out. It was tiny but still a massive problem in a commercial kitchen.

The waitress offered me something else. But I left not having to pay for the meal.

I’m back home and ready to blog. But I won’t be back there.

Food fascist
Come on show some spine and name the place.

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