I thought Italian food would be all about the sauce

But it isn't, apparently. We had a work dinner on Saturday night in Red Hill, a pretty up market Italian Restaurant.

About 20 of us were there and a lot of people ordered the fillet steak and the lamb cutlets. Neither dish came with any choice of sauce (usually mushroom, pepper or diane- creamy lovely sauces).

So it was ok but seemed like a boring home cooked meal. So the guys on my table shared my mustard cream sauce I got on my tuna steak, which was excellent.

They were also rude and abrupt with their service and did not want us going out for a smoke before we paid the bill, so I wont be going there again.

Tom came along and stayed over, we have been going real strong since we got back together. We went away to the Gold Coast last weekend and tripped on acid at the casino. Watched the Discovery channel and found out all the different ways humanity will be anihlated- not bad fun on drugs. Seemed to be a good idea to run from our room into the casino screaming "we are all going to die!!"

Luckily common sense prevailed and we didnt bother warnung anyone of our impending doom.

Im ready for bed, indulged in a bit this weekend and Im not as young as I used to be so bouncing back is tough!

Gnite
 
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