tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26049584.post984530245789575382..comments2008-12-13T10:12:58.949-05:00Charles Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606895130887441753noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26049584.post-19152330530753378472008-12-13T10:12:00.000-05:002008-12-13T10:12:00.000-05:00You weren't there so how can you possibly disagree with my critique of the food I ate? I don't know or particularly care if the chefs were amazing the day before or the day after. The day they served me their food did not taste good. You can't argue that since you weren't there.<BR/><BR/>Since you're so insistent, the squab was my absolute LEAST favorite. It was bloody and cold and had an extremely strong livery flavor, and had some Mug root beer poured over it. Maybe that's mind-blowing to you but it was stomach-churning to me.Charles Robinsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04606895130887441753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26049584.post-52489287640882602252008-12-11T12:47:00.000-05:002008-12-11T12:47:00.000-05:00I have to completely disagree with you. Although I did not attend the McCrady's dinner, I did recently make a journey to Town House. I found the complete menu of the McCrady's dinner somewhere else and at my recent meal at Town House I had a version of everything the chefs served except the Milk Bubbles dessert. I can say without hesitation that every dish was not only intellectually stimulating but also tasted delicious with a perfect balancing of textures. I mean, come on, the Squab dish is mind-blowing.Gregnoreply@blogger.com