First of all, let me apologize that the food photos I took here really won't do much for anybody. I must have had my camera in a wrong mode the whole time, plus I was not really motivated to take pictures at the time. Sorry!
Anyway, we arrived at Raglan Road for our dinner after a long and eventful day which had been great but very stressful on my poor aching feet, so I was glad to get off them. Accordingly, I was blissfully happy when we were seated immediately upon our arrival – or rather, being led into the beautiful Raglan Road interior …
… by a really nice and outgoing cast member who was delighted to meet Germans, as she said she loved Germany and had always wanted to go there. She had the nicest table in a corner booth overlooking the whole room for us, so everything was fantastic … until our server arrived. She looked at us glum and stone-faced and asked the usual question: were we on the dining plan? When I answered "yes, on the deluxe", she eyed me with a look that seriously shouted disbelief and asked rather rudely if she could see our card, then. I got it out to show it to her – and she grabbed it from me and marched off
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When she came back to take our drinks order, I pointed out to her that she had taken my KTTW card – after all, she had only asked to SEE it - , and she curtly said yes, she would keep it and give it back at the end of the meal. Okay … So this is our room key card, with charging privileges on it, and she wasn't even going to TELL us she wouldn't give it back for another hour or so? With this, we were not off to a good start, I am afraid.
However, moving on to nicer topics: The food and atmosphere more that made up for the rude waitress. The dining room with the glass windows up near the ceiling is beautiful, and soon some good (albeit a bit loud) live band came on and delivered Celtic classics that quite a few of the guests heartily sang along to.
I had planned on a beer flight - but since we had arrived by car instead of by bus, as originally planned, DH couldn't drink so I didn't either, and we stuck with water and iced tea. A pity, in a way, but then again there are so many Irish pubs and places at home where we can get those beers, it was not too much of a disappointment.
We gladly jumped at the food intake-minimizing possibility of sharing an appetizer … and what a great one it turned out to be: "Scallop Forest" – forks of scallops served with a lime dipping sauce.
(Once again, sorry for the bad picture!) Neither of us had eaten scallops before so we felt we were really brave. As it turned out, there was no reason to worry, though: They were yummy, and at the same time not half as exotic-tasting as I had feared.
As we were now both well started in seafood knowledge, we decided we would keep going in that same direction – so DH decided for the Salmon of Knowledge and I tried "It's Not Bleedin Chowder".
I can't say if it really bleedin wasn't, if I may quote its name thusly, as this was the first (not-) chowder I had ever had. However, I found it delicious – very seafoody, slightly spicy, and creamy in a yummy none-too-overwhelming way. I can proudly say that I finished every last morsel of it and would have even liked some more
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By that time, the entertainment had turned up another notch, and a cute tap dancer came on stage – I was unable to take a clear picture of her which just shows how incredibly speedily she was tapdancing!
Tonight, there was no question of skipping desserts – we both wanted them, and we found out the most delicious combination imaginable: the "Triple Your Pleasure" (which was white chocolate mousse, dark chocolate mousse and a glass of something that was called tiramisu, but actually very much resembled normal cocoa) …
… gloriously combined with a beautiful, colourful fresh fruit plate, over which golden honey had been dribbled, with a little can of yoghurt on the side. I cannot find this dessert on the menu so I do not recall its name, unfortunately, but I believe it was the "no sugar added dessert".
Like I said, we shared both by dipping the honey-covered fruit pieces into the white and dark chocolate mousses, and the result was just heavenly – one of the best desserts ever!
In this way, a great dinner came to its end – and when taking our leave from the waitress, I tried once more to come to good terms with her by saying "by the way, I was a bit irritated when you said you had to see my card, but then you took off with it. Maybe next time it would be a good idea to explain that BEFORE you take the card." She responded with a lengthy explanation of how the system worked, and why she needed the card. I said "Yes, but I just meant it would be nicer to explain that BEFORE you take the card, next time" – to which she again responded by saying, "Well, but I needed it because … etc etc". This happened something like three times until I finally gave up.
I don't know if this was maybe just cultural or language differences between us, but all I wanted to hear was something along the lines of "Oh I see, sorry for having confused you" – but that just didn't happen. Oh, well. Maybe she was just having a bad day. Or maybe I was.
Coming up next: Donald's Safari Breakfast … a hug from the duck!