Went to an excellent Italian place*, had some beef medallions, then consumed an eclair half the size of my head. Which wasn’t actually the plan. You see, I know what eclairs are: they’re pastry tubes filled with sweet creamy filling and covered in chocolate, then kept in the fridge at about a degree above freezing before they’re put on your plates. This is a lot tastier than it looks, at least if you have NJ taste buds. Which I do, so we’re good, right?
Anyway, this thing was a dark chocolate and strawberry and whipped cream explosion that absolutely couldn’t be eaten with your hands. Heck, I could barely eat it with a fork. Tasty, though. Continue reading So, good birthday night out.