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Tuna Tacos, Pan Seared Black Seabass, Curry Duck Breast, Poblano Mac & Cheese Casserole, Honey Soy Brussels, Sticky Toffee Cake (shared all). Table 28. Little Rock, Arkansas. 1.13.2024.
NOTE TO SELF: Everything here was fine, but it lacked that special something to make it worth talking about. With the exception of the Brussels, which were excellent. The rosemary crema was interesting, in a good way. I've always wanted to go to Table 28, but -- for the money -- I'm not sure I need to go back. If the vibe was better, maybe, but the vibe is weird -- probably because it's in an old Best Western hotel.
Currently ranked 4th of 13 January meals.
#table 28#tuna tacos#seabass#duck breast#curry#mac & cheese#chicken skin#brussels sprouts#sticky toffee cake
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He has such gawjus eyes with sunlight on them
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Sea Bass is short for Seabasstian
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Spiced seabass with citrus vinaigrette
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10/3/22
The world around us was still and lifeless.
Gigantic mountains towered overhead as we trekked through the valleys of this strange planet. Sometimes, said valleys would turn into narrow canyons and even snake into completely enclosed tunnels. It was like being trapped in a long winding maze of cliff faces, and I certainly had no idea where we were going anymore, let alone where we last came from.
It didn't help that everything was pink, so it was hard to call out any particular identifying landmarks. Every surface, all around us, everywhere, was pink — a soft, rosy, pastel bubblegum pink. Hell, even the sky was pink!
I was stationed here with my recon crew to investigate the circumstances, and if we were lucky, to go all the way and exterminate the pest that was troubling the locals — who strangely weren't even living anywhere nearby, we learned upon first landing. The only reason why we'd come all the way out here into these twisty mountains in particular was due to reports of rumbling coming from within. It was so loud they could hear it all the way in the pastures, they said. Sounded like our monster, we thought, and so we set off.
While the town we touched base with was lively and bustling, especially upon our arrival as the locals came to greet us, this place was anything but. It was so quiet. The wind wasn't even whistling as it blew through the tunnels.
Uncomfortable.
Very much so. Because according to the reports, something was happening here, living here. So where was it?
I had never been so anxious on a mission before in my life. Scared? Sure, I had some close calls. But anxious? Not really. Not to this extent. Not to the point of breaking into a cold sweat underneath my gear, nervously gripping the handles of my weapons, and almost jumping at the sound of my own footsteps echoing off the walls.
I was... dreading something. It felt like something really, really bad was about to happen. Like something was lingering nearby, watching us, waiting. But I dared not voice it. I could tell that the others were feeling the same as me, but nobody wanted to be the first to admit it. It isn't exactly a good look to be in this kind of profession and ask your squad if you can turn back and abort mission yet.
We had just emerged from an especially cavernous tunnel and stepped into a wide open valley when we decided to stop there. Just to calm the nerves, gather our thoughts — a silent agreement between all of us.
We branched off into smaller groups as we settled down. A few crewmates began preparing food, while some others were looking at their maps to retrace our steps and plot our next course of action. Meanwhile, I... I couldn't stop looking at the tunnel we just came through.
I just had this horrible, horrible feeling. Like the thing we all had collectively imagined from before was even closer now.
If anybody called my name to try to get me to snap out of it, I didn't hear them. Because the more I stared, the more it set in with me that something was staring back. And maybe we hadn't been imaginging anything after all.
It was upon us before I could even think about yelling to the others.
An impossibly large thing shot out of the tunnel and barreled its way towards us, and it was then, as I stood frozen in place in sheer terror, that I recognized the sound the locals had told us about. It rumbled like a freight train, and roared like a jet engine. I was straining to hear it before, but now it was all around me. In an instant, the world became so loud.
And in that same instant, a crash. A crunch. A squish. I finally broke free of my trance, and dared to look to the side of me. The creature, which I then realized was a gigantic worm, had rammed its entire front end into the cliff face beside me. Cracks webbed out across the rock. Blood exploded out from underneath the impact. I was in shock all over again.
Our attacker was inconceivably massive. It dwarfed my height, and if I wasn't surrounded by mountains too, I would have genuinely thought it was the size of a mountain. I don't think I could even see the end of it. Its body just kept going and going, before being swallowed in the darkness of the cave. The darkness that had once felt safe — the darkness we had just been inside not even a few minutes before.
It was the only thing that existed here that wasn't pink. It was an uncanny blue-gray color, almost as if it were made of tinted concrete. It was unnatural. Both for this place, and in general.
I watched it slowly, meticulously peel its face away from the rock, leaving blood and guts splattered across the surface. I couldn't tell who the gore used to be.
And then, it turned around to look at me.
Its face was completely flat; it looked more like a long cylinder than a worm honestly. Two teeny tiny white glowing eyes pierced into me, and a big, sharp, toothy smile spread across its face as it drew closer. Its mouth looked as if it were lined with needles.
All I could do was stare back. I didn't know where all my friends went. I couldn't hear anyone. I couldn't hear anything. I was genuinely afraid that my hearing had become damaged.
Because... the world around me once again fell still and lifeless.
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Feasting at Home with Sea Bass and Cannellini Bean Stew
Looking for a mouthwatering seafood dish? Look no further. Sea Bass with Cannellini Bean Stew from Feasting at Home will take your taste buds on a flavorful journey.
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#smoked Chilean seabass#garlic brown butter#seabass#seafood#fish#tiktok#tiktok food#brattylikestoeat#food#foodlr#food blog#video#foodie#cooking stim#stim cooking#savory stim#yummy
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The thirst is real… loving some Daddy Seb!! That beard 🥵🥵🥵
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The spicing for this spiced sea bass with citrus butter sauce is fragrant rather than hot and has a vaguely Middle Eastern feel to it.
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