June 16, 2019
My husband told me I owe it to him that I became a mother. That was his way of greeting me Happy Mother’s Day. The time has come for my revenge. Happy Father’s Day my dear husband. You owe it to me that you became a father. No, I didn’t tell him that. That’s not a nice thing to say.
On Father’s Day, we had lunch at Black Angus Steakhouse in Brentwood. The waiting was supposed to be 45 minutes for a table in the main dining hall but at the veranda and bar, it was open seating so we just dined at the bar area.
Bread is like wine. It must give the aroma and flavor that will satisfy your taste buds which would then transmit to your brain that the food in this restaurant is delicious. It is a prelude to a satisfying meal.
Black Angus’ steak quesadilla is filled with creamy cheese. The serving is big, good for two people. The tortilla is soft but where is the steak?
