We were invited by friends to have dinner at their club last night, in a nearby town. Two other friends joined us, as well.
They had said that the filet mignon at the club was as good as those at Ruth's Chris. But my mom taught me that when people ask you to dinner, you do not order the costliest thing on the menu. So I ordered fish and chips, as I frequently do.
The host ordered a Bloody Mary and although I usually have a margarita, I chose a BM also. It was a bit too hot and spicy for my taste. The bowl of nuts went well with the drink, however.
Our meals came and I tucked into mine right away. The tartar sauce had a bit of an off taste, so I only had a tiny bit of it. The fish was good and not oily, and the potatoes were crispy on the outside and tender inside. All was well - or so I thought.
After I had eaten most of the fish and 1/2 of the potatoes, I began to feel nauseated (which is something that hardly ever happens to me.) I truly thought I was going to "toss my cookies", as they say. I debated going to the ladies room, but it was so far away from our table, I was sure I'd not make it there before barfing. What an awful feeling! I held my napkin over my mouth so no one could see me heaving.
I pushed away from the table, so I would not hit the table if the inevitable happened. Suddenly I had to cough, and during the cough, I burped quite a bit. Oddly enough, the nausea lessened and I sipped water. As time wore on, the feeling left and didn't return.
I think it will be a long time before I order a Bloody Mary again - or fish and chips either - and certainly no tartar sauce. UGH!
(The pic above is not mine, but it approximates my plate.)