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The stomach flu is a
bitch. It can turn what is a perfectly pleasant meal into a study
in persistent denial and peristalogical (to coin an adjective) gymnastics.
Trying to keep the drool from overtaking your incisors, all while
faking a grin and gulping down squid is tough. Why ruin everyone's
dinner with your gastrointestinal nightmare? They're paying good money
for their pork shoulder (*gasp*), lamb shank (*urp*) and tripe (*ack*).
Despite my ardent attempts to choke down my decent appetizer, my resolve
abandoned me on my short rib dinner. The abundant pillowy fat sent
my stomach muscles into reverse and almost caused a scene. Normally
when eating short ribs I leave scratch marks in the porcelain trying
to get every last bite, but on this evening, I just wasn't feeling
it. I don't know if it was the stress of trying to cover my illness
or the surprising lack of quality in the cut of meat, but I'm going
to have to chalk this one up (with the exception of the app) as a
disappointment. The idea of simple, straightforward American food
is a good one, and the space itself is casual and, uh, appetizing,
and maybe I hit it on an off night all the way around, but I still
feel for that poor cow that had to die in vain. [MF]
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