Sometimes its better to just eat with your eyes.
Last night a friend and I ordered the baked artichokes, as suggested by other friends we were drinking with earlier, at the restaurant they suggested- “they” representing the category of generally astute diners. I have to say that I was skeptical. Artichokes sort of remind me of things like, staying out until last call, going to a baseball game, having sex on the beach–things that seem to hold great promise, yet most often fall short of expectations. (Of course, given the choice of the four…)
Of course, every once in awhile you get a walk-off home run or really memorable, incredible, steamy….well, not artichokes!
Last night was no different. Split open, hot buttery center, roasted…but after that, meh. The mouth disagrees with the eyes. After 7 minutes of sucking leaves and messy-with-aioli-fingers, the prize…A tablespoon of “meat”. Unless I am convinced otherwise, I’m pretty done with baked artichoke.
Disagree?
Tell me about the most memorable artichokes you ever had (or… best baseball game!), and I may try again.
I have always heard rumors, but thus far…nothing!
I don’t think the title of your article matches the content lol. Just kidding, mainly because I had some doubts after reading the article.