I was so caught up in my absolute football quiz domination (yes, pearatty, that’s your cue…it is a new year, after all) that I didn’t write about much else that happened on that trip to Las Vegas…and well, now that it has been one or three Las Vegas trips ago, I likely never will. However, as I was flipping through my photos, this one jumped out at me:
The lot of us had brunch at some fancy hamburger place in the Mirage– where the measured the meat, not in quarters of pounds, like normal establishments, but in ounces, resulting in me getting the Alceste look of ridicule and damnation when I opined that I didn’t want any “stupid mini sliders” with respect to the 12 ounce burger offering.
“How much meat do you eat?”
So blah blah we had our subpar burgers, then I decided to order dessert. As you are all well aware, I have been on a bit of a bread pudding kick, so the offering of a bread pudding made out of KRISPY KREME donuts (Peter, you give me my donuts back, dammit.) was too tempting to resist.
For *me* anyway, I believe Alceste and Kearns were making vomit sounds all through my ordering of it.
I had one bite of this thing when it came. It was one bite way too many. OH MAN. IT WAS SOOOOO WRETCHED.
I still get heaves just thinking about it.
So, if you’re in the Mirage…at some schmancy sounding restaurant with ounce measured burgers…you should definitely skip the KK bread pudding.