GIRLS DAY OUT

Saturday morning saw me twiddling my thumbs with nowhere to go and nothing to do; hence I agreed to help C with her Christmas shopping. Yeah, she did entice me with breakfast at her favorite place, and my agreeing had more to do with the chance to check out a new restaurant than with any great interest in retail therapy.

Hash House A Go Go, the very name of the restaurant caught my fancy. It is situated in what is primarily a gay locality. At least that is what I have been told. So we were guaranteed some great looking guys for our viewing pleasure. The restaurant itself is very quaint, with framed photographs, an antique boiler, tables squashed together and a lot of cheer and noise to go with the ambience. The food is hearty, tasty and there is quite a lot of it. I thought I had gotten used to the portions here, but this one must surely take the cake. There was enough food to last us for a week. It is served on really heavy skillets for plates, with huge sprigs of rosemary stuck in it. Now I know how all those cute waiters get their bulging muscles.

We got rid of all the foliage on our plates and dug in. Even after all our valiant efforts, we were only able to make a tiny dent in all the food set before us. We still had to make space for the desserts. Yes dessert after breakfast, weirder things have been known to happen.

A word about the desserts at this place. The secret has to be shared. Anyone trying to get a woman to fall in love with you: Simply bring her here and share a s’mores mocha. If she hasn’t fallen in love with you by the time you’ve reached the bottom of the cup, you might as well stop trying.