Today we headed off to a neighbouring town, Milton, for a little retail therapy at a discount store and a thrift store. On the drive there we explored possibilities for lunch and had pretty much settled on an Italian restaurant which had a rack of lamb on the menu. But as we were leaving the thrift store I asked the clerk where she would eat in Milton if she could eat anywhere at all. She responded with Rad Brothers and waxed poetic over what I thought she said was rack of lamb. As we left the parking lot Kerry felt obliged to disabuse me of any idea that it was a rack of lamb but rather a wrap of lamb. She knew I was not a huge fan of wraps but I suggested we try it anyway. After all I could ditch the wrap if I wanted.
Rad Brothers turned out to be a sports bar, not our favourite type of venue for lunch. However all the large TVs were muted, our server seemed pleasant and genuine and we decided we would enjoy our lunch no matter what.
While we contemplated the menu we were served our drinks, tea for Kerry and a wheat beer for me.
We decided we would share four appetizers since a lamb option was among them. We settled on this combination:
Lamb skewers
Mussels
Firecracker shrimp
Calamari
When our server returned and we started to place our order she informed us that they no longer serve lamb in anyway shape or form. Their supplier had changed and they were not happy with the quality of the lamb being delivered. This was only the beginning of our disappointment. We suggested that she go away again while we re-thought our order.
We replaced the lamb dish with something called a sizzling dip but when she returned to take our revised order and we reached the mussels she told us their delivery has not arrived!
I said earlier that we were determined to enjoy our lunch no matter what. We did not bother to replace the mussels with anything but settled for three appetizers.
The sizzling dip. The garish coloured chips were somewhat off putting and the meat was beginning to burn in the screaming hot cast-iron pan. Kerry stirred it to prevent any further charring and eventually asked for some sour cream which did little to mitigate the rather disappointing dip.
The calamari, supposedly made from fresh rather than frozen, were perfectly adequate if not the best we've ever had.
Firecracker shrimp.
Perhaps the Italian restaurant might have been a much better choice but we still enjoyed ourselves so what the heck.
