Wanna hear the most depressing culinary experience of the year? We went out to celebrate @wanderwant 's birthday (hooray for babysitters!) by a scheduling conflict we ended up @900wall which was pretty spectacular. We went off vegetarian (well mostly just me) and got the duck confit. It was probably in my top five confit dishes I've had. (another was in Florida defying all conventional wisdom) it was so good I decided to not hork it all down, but instead to bring about half home and have it as a hangover buffer around 1am.
Up until this point everything had gone perfectly right? You're like, Pete the only depressing thing about this is that I wasn't there. And that's true. But alas dear readers the tale is not finished. After another stop for drinks and then home for last call, I finally go to the fridge. Visions of this tender little duck swimming in my belly.
Then without warning, tragedy! The first clue, an innocent but alarming inscription "sweet potatoes" the following smiley face seeming to morbidly forebode the heart break contained, or rather not contained within. A box of accouterments, sans the star player. My duck, oh my delicate tender little ducky. Forever lost, tossed aside. 😭😭😭 Presumably the staff thought that I loved the sweet potatoes enough to take them home, but I had not finished the duck because I hated it and therefore wanted it relegated to the trash.
So, if you are a #freegan living in bend, do make your way by the dumpsters at 900 wall st. And you may find yourself feasting on my lost confittery. .
Hey, I warned you this was a tragedy. Now let's go dry our tears on a cheeseburger and get back to the grind.