Heyyyy!! So I forgot to post last week. So I apologize to all my billions of fans. I know you were checking every 10 minutes all day. Well, I’m sorry. Now it’s time for Breckenridge part 2.
We hit the slopes bright and early, if getting out there at 10 in the morning is considered early. We decide to start off the day with a little bit of an extremely overpriced meal. So we grab a bite at a place called Ten Mile Station. It was so, so, not too bad but hey you pay to eat on the mountain. I think I got a vegetarian calzone. It he spinach on it. Yeah, nothing special.
Enough of that. During the evening we decided to grab a bite to eat at a place called South Ridge Seafood Grill. It was amazing!
When we arrived we did not have a reservation. Luckily there was room at the bar and we all ate there. I will begin by saying that the bartender that took care of us was amazing. Probably the best service ever. No doubt. The food was equally amazing.
For an appetizer we got some sort of tuna dip with pita bread. Bombin. Very fishy tasting… But it’s tuna dip it’a supposed to be fishy. We had another appetizer but… Yeah I don’t remember. It’s been a few weeks. I’m sure I will remember right after I finish this post.
Main course equals lamb meatballs! What? Yeah. You want them. I want them. Everybody wants them. They came with this stuff called polenta. I had never had it before but it was good. Supposedly it’s like grits. I know I probably sound like an idiot because I have a food blog and don’t even know what food I was eating. Lamb meatballs. That’s all you need to know.
Dessert was some homemade espresso cake thing. I totally should have not procrastinated on this blog post. I would actually be able to remember what I ate. I do remember it was crazy good. It was pretty much like a mousse cake or flour less chocolate cake with an espresso anglaise. Yes if they have it I would recommend it. Just eat it like a cake cannibal. Make a mess. So what it’s a nice restaurant. Eat messy.
Food. Drink. Whatever.
No, I did not proofread this.