I know that I said I would never ever wear leggings as pants but something has changed in my genetic make up and I now think that it is okay.
I'm sorry fashionable people.
I headed out to Morris Jones last week and as I like to peruse a menu before ordering, I had decided what I was going to order days before the event.
It wasn't a hard decision - the Prawn Risotto with crispy squid, avocado and Tangilimar
macadamia had my name written all over it, until it came out and I tasted it that is.
I ate all of the squid as that was on top and not contaminated and then took one bite of the risotto before deciding that surely it wasn't just me, this was not right and offering it to my friends who quickly agreed with me and called the waiter over.
I'm not the sort of person who sends back food, I would rather starve, pay for it and then go through maccas drive thru on the way home rather than potentially hurt a chefs feelings, but my friends told the waiter that there was something wrong with it and upon telling us that it was the star anise that I could taste, he sent it back to the kitchen agreeing that it should be on the menu, and the chef comped my meal and sent out the sea scallops with oxtail sauce and cauliflower which were divine.
Seriously, they were delicious.
It was so nice of them to send out another meal and take the other off the bill as it was really just my taste buds that couldn't handle it - it wasn't under cooked, or off or anything like that.
The service at Morris Jones was brilliant, as were the cocktails.
Nelly knew that there was something up when I was doing my make up as The Husband bathed her and after I kissed her good night, strapped on my heels and walked out the door she literally threw herself at the door, screaming mum mum mum mum mum. I thought she was too young for that?
I could hear her as I reversed the car down the drive way and when I looked up at the house she was in The Husbands arms, banging on the window looking so sad.
It broke my heart and made me never want to go out on a girls night ever again.
Bardot blazer (minimum 5 years old)
Dotti top (pinned at the neck with a hair clip as otherwise it sits way too low on my bust)
Cute wide eyed baby wearing bonds
Greasy 5 day old hair - tick.
So, do you send a meal back if you seriously can't stomach it or just grin and bear it?