I think I just ate a rabbit's ass

It was one of those awesome occasions where me, Smiz and Hollywood caught up for dinner.  We had initially decided on heading to El Loco for some tacos and margaritas but then decided on El Capo.  I had read some great reviews on El Capo and thought it would be great to give it a go.

I got a mandarin margarita which was actually pretty nice.  Whilst waiting for the Smiz to arrive we ordered some starters and we also got given a serving of these weird pop-corny kernals that had some sort of salty seasoning on it.  Imagine eating an oversized corn kernal that was hollow.  Weird and not my favourite but yet I couldn't stop eating it.

Our starters came, corn bread with 'home made butter'.  Not sure if it was really home made but it was tasty, I do love my butter, though I didn't think much of the corn bread which were pretty much like deep fried balls of flour.

The other dishes we ordered were passable, such as the sardines, ceviche and red cabbage salad.

We ordered the rabbit cooked three ways and we were all very excited about it as it sounded fantastic.

I was the first one to try and initially I thought it was just me.  I didn't really like it, but I didn't want to ruin it for everyone so I didn't say anything.  I tried the soup that was poured around the meat when it was served.  It was gross, I think that would be the best way to describe it.

Smiz did one better though and said "this tastes like a rabbit's ass"

Now that I think about it I wish we were more vocal about the dish when we were asked how our meal was, but all we said was that it was 'interesting'.

The night ended perfectly though.

We walked over to Porteno for cocktails and ended up ordering more food.  It was only from the bar menu but it was definitely delicious and we all sighed in satisfaction as we ate our pork sliders and looked at the menu to order more food.  

So it was a thumbs down for El Capo or El Crappo as I now call it, I am not sure what all the rave reviews were about.

One thing we can all agree on though and that is Porteno, absolutely amazing, I always love heading back there, for a drink, bar food and looking forward to heading there for another dinner sometime soon.

I am trying to get a date in with my foodie buddies so I am hoping so in the next few months.

Yours truly

Miss A.

That cake

Looks harmless and quite delicious.

That's what I thought when I saw the chocolate cake being taken out of the oven to cool and later spread with icing.

It wasn't that I didn't know what kind of cake it was - I actually did, but I thought it had always been a  bit of a gimmick.  A high-school craze that didn't really mean anything much.

Such was the case when I sampled 'special' Anzac cookies way back in my teens, I didn't really feel anything mind altering or physically altering - maybe just a little bit of a funny tummy.

This chocolate cake that I tried, was so moist, and after a few bites you couldn't even taste anything other than chocolate and I guess I must have forgotten the special ingredient in it.

I started laughing at the slightest of things, I met a gay Thai guy and I thought he was the best thing that could've happened to the party, his 'camp-ness' totally emphasised but I thought it was just him.  I started dancing around the room and still didn't realise the cake had any effect, rather I thought it was the white wine I had drunk nearly a bottle of.

Then I got ready for dinner and realised how hard it was to put powder on, suddenly the world seemed distant and I struggled with the GHD through my hair.

'Oh no!' - I gasped - this couldn't be... I haven't felt like this in over a decade and there was a reason why.... I didn't like it.

By the time I got to the lift, my legs were tingling, my body started to and I regretted eating that cake right there and then.

In the car and onto the restaurant, I felt that time had stood still and by that stage I couldn't measure my voice levels, a trip to the ladies and back to the table felt like weeks apart.  I couldn't stay in the restaurant, everything felt distant, like I was in a bubble or a vacuum from reality.

Back in the car, with takeway by my feet, I started to jump back and forth in time. I thought I was still dressed for work but then not, didn't know what in the world was happening and I just wanted it to stop. But it wouldn't get any better, my body was like a big tingling pimple about to burst.  I was in a world of hate and swearing at that damn cake repeatedly.

I don't think I remembered how to eat, chew, get the fork in my mouth without missing it, the whole time trying to stop myself staring into the TV, mostly staring at nothing. Cursing in my head - 'damn that cake!'

Oh well I thought, let's just write off tonight, forget about it and look forward to a new day tomorrow.

My throat began to feel light, a bit funny, like I couldn't swallow as my throat was too big to contract and that I had no muscle there anymore.  By then I couldn't even talk properly, I couldn't mouth my words, and my voice was merely just a hushing sound of mumbles.

I passed out and woke up to the new day I was waiting for.

I was happy to feel normal again.

How exhausting!

On the upside - I felt refreshed, rested and felt good all over.

There goes one chocolate cake that I would be happy not to try again.

Yours truly

Miss A

n.b - 'the cake' is not pictured