Krishna / Jaling Wedding (May 2012)
The lamb was tender, it was beautiful, it was a wonderful balance of flavor and texture. The taste lingered and was memorable once finished. It sung the praises of the chef, it had a nice char, it was delightful to all senses. It was what lamb is supposed to be.
Jeff's was only marred by the nervous sweat that poured from his forehead onto it.
Also must-mentions: the crawfish boil, the brisket at Smokey's, the fried chicken, late night whataburger, the presence of love.
Jeff: - Are we really going to review this month? I don't know. All I know is that when the waiter tried to prematurely take away my plate at the reception, I killed him and buried him in the arboteruem. A sapling sprouted from his impromptu grave site, and blossomed into a mighty oak as sturdy and hardy and real as love itself. Then I went back and finished my lamb shop. Epilogue: at Smokey's, I ate the best ribs I have ever tasted. They were snappy to bite and juicy and not the meat-falling-from-bone bullshit you hear about elsewhere.