Thirty-three years.

My big birthday request was a pound cake loaded with frosting from the Superstore, which I proceeded to eat for three days until new sugary products were available.

In between cake feedings, we also went to the Saint John Alehouse for supper.

And now I can say that I had random organ meat for my birthday – and it tasted delicious.

Almost as good as the cake.


Warm Caesar salad: grilled romaine, fried croutons, parm and lots of bacon.



Confit duck hearts



Kentucky fried sweetbreads with hot and cool dressings.



Mussels in beer, garlic and pancetta


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