Night 1: Cracker bread at Dublin Pub, accompanied by several pints. (Cracker bread = carb heaven. A flat bread covered in mashed potatoes, bacon and cheese. Hey, at least I didn't eat all of it!)
Night 2: Dinner at The Oakwood Club. A starter of carpaccio, salad, 9 oz filet, garlic rosemary mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli with a raspberry sauce. Again, didn't eat all of it, but I was sadly close. At the end of the meal, I looked at my plate, then quietly leaned over and whispered to the boy "I'm ashamed."
To help quell my feeling of rotten-ness, here is a little something to make us all giggle.
(Why don't the guys Roto Rooter sends to my house look like this??)
