Dinner with my friend Carol this week at Lake Park Bistro. She smartly ordered the steak frites. You cannot go wrong with that. You can go wrong with the Monday night special, roast duck. I don’t mind eating rare duck. But I do mind not-crisp, flabby skin with un-rendered fat and the stink of wet dog. Can they not smell that when it is being plated or do they not care?
It was awful (this is leftovers brought home to photograph since taking a picture in front of Carol, when I knew I was going to complain, wasn’t as polite as I like to be. well, when I’m being polite.)
The service was better than usual. I put it at a notch better than mediocre.