Okay, so I remembered halfway through the meal that it was likely I would want to remember it. It was that good. But it started oddly. I came upon a swarm of teenagers riding bobsleds down a summer bobsled course, and then saw a monster restaurant with no cars in the parking lot. A little poking around revealed some waiters out back, smoking. I was a little embarrassed to be snooping around, so I asked whether they were open. I was led to a banquet hall for 600, and asked to choose from the battalion of empty straight-backed King Arthur chairs. After ordering a beer, I started to notice the rather loud, arpeggiated Vangelis-oriented instrumental covers of such greats as ‘The Water is Wide’ and ‘Ain’t no Sunshine’. Then as I caught myself singing along to what was apparently the karaoke track of George Michael’s ‘Teacher’ I started to wonder what My Meal would taste like.
It was fantastic. The Pilsini soup: mushroom and beef based, with some cream (?) and lemon. It was the closest you’re likely to come to Thai food in the middle of a Lancelot re-enactment fest. And great. Then the main course came, and the duck was fine, but the accompanying cabbage, potatoes and assorted fresh garnish made me think there was a garden nearby. And so, again, the best two-fifty I spent was this crazy soup.
