Jigsaw puzzles. You open the box, dump all the pieces out onto the table, and your initial impression is typically, “Huh? Do these pieces in any way match the puzzle that I THOUGHT that I bought?” 🤷♂️
Well it sure felt that way when gazing at the “Quo Vadis”menu tonight.
Me: “Pardon me. Is there any way that we could get a menu printed in English?”
Server: “Sir, your menu has been printed in English.”
Me: “Oh.”
So where exactly do you go from there? Well we thought it best to have an honest chat with our server (and once we utilized our decoder rings) we felt pretty good about our choices.
That is, until our meals arrived. After that we felt GREAT about our choices.
I spied an unknown substance on my plate, so those of you who know me (and my sensitive stomach), will be pleased to know that I shared that mysterious substance with another Review Team Member for evaluation. After that person sampled the entirety of that generous portion, I was soon informed that the “unknown substance“ was, in fact, horseradish. 🥵
Having no known allergic reactions to that flavor party, I heaped an equally large portion onto my first bite of steak and soon discovered what a series of fireworks being set off within your nostrils must feel like. 🔥 Restraint might dictate that we call it a night with the thunder sauce, but this was not destined to be regarded as a night of restraint.
(Note to self: Be sure to cancel that upcoming ENT appointment. All recent issues have seemingly been resolved; and bonus, I think I can see dead people now. 😳)
Near the conclusion of our meal a near tug o’ war occurred over the plates with which our meals arrived and the inevitable question was asked, “Look, if you’re gonna keep licking your plates, just know that we’re gonna eventually need those back, ok?”
And that’s…Henry’s Take.
Quo Vadis
26-29 Dean Street
London, England
+44 20 7437 9585
www.quovadissoho.co.uk
