Three options on the table for dinner last night - all places that are not available in our city. Five Guys, Opa, and the Pickle Barrel.
Hubby dined at PB during his weekend tournament a few weeks ago, and suggested I might like it. He had me at "ginormous shakes".
They were indeed, ginormous!
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32 oz. While I absolutely, positively could have finished this beauty on my own, I would not have been able to eat a single bite of food. Ergo, we split it. He had the cherry. I had the rest.
(Honestly though, we pretty much split it 50/50.)
I was here for brekkie. I love brekkie for dinner.
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I had the P.B. Big Breakfast.
Please note how we do not call it "Canadian bacon". You guys do. We call it "peameal bacon".
Irrelevant though, as I didn't have any.
I ordered all bacon and sausage.
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Close up of the bacon. It was soooooo darn good.
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Hubby went with his usual go-to meal - Caesar salad and chicken parm.
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He ate every single bite. I ate less than half of mine.
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Once I knew I wasn't going to make it, I ate the stuff that doesn't "travel well".
That strange looking thing on the right is what they call a latke. Not what I was expecting, but jeepers, it was good.
Not sure which of the boys will eat my leftovers, but if they skip the latke, it's mine!
We arrived about 45 minutes prior to the restaurant closing, and the person who seated us made sure we knew it. The food was good, but the service was decidedly lacklustre. I didn't feel at all bad about only leaving a $5 tip on a $40 check.