Last night we attended another beer/food pairing, this one featuring Bell’s Brewing beers. The first course was a salad, featuring a double cream Dutch blue cheese, a grapefruit vinaigrette dressing and spicy brown butter pecans (paired with Bell’s Two Hearted Ale). The second course was seared shrimp on grits with a tomato ginger sauce (paired with Bell’s Lady of the Lake Lager).
So far, so good. The third course was Cornish game hen on wild rice with pan jus and dried dates. While enjoying it I noticed my gf was talking with a friend at an adjacent table. The other couple at our table were dealing with a text from their home-alone son. I figured I could sneak a quick look at Facebook.
Wrong move.
Trigger warning (gross stuff):
Facebook opens to a recent post, complete with graphic, close-up pics of a carpenter-friend’s accidental amputation of 1/3rd of his index finger while cutting crown molding with a miter saw. Dude was being treated in the ER and managed to photograph his injury from multiple angles. He also managed to explain how his saw was set up in the homeowner’s yard and nobody could find the piece of finger in the snow. He noted that there was a Golden Retriever present and so maybe . . .
Can. Not. Unsee.
There were two dessert courses, which I managed to consume (whiskey pannacotta with a raisin-currant compote, and a bitter dark chocolate Bouche De Noel with cranberry coulis), but I sure wish I’d never seen that Facebook post.
Mods: this might belong in CS, but I was worried about spoiling folks’ Bon Appétits.