It wasn’t our intention to eat at the Stinking Rose on Friday night but we are glad we did. All the plans were made for a night out last Friday. Kristen & I were going to a show and then to hang out with friends at a bar for a bit and have a few drinks. Plans had to be changed due to a little machine that bends Kristen’s leg for her, which is part of her recovery. So it was very important that we get this machine, but the delivery person didn’t arrive until after the show was scheduled to start. So we cancelled the show and were headed to drinks but everyone had bailed and went home. Finally we just decided to grab some dinner at a highly recommended seafood place in North Beach. We grabbed an Uber and were on our way! Our driver was terrible and pretty much seemed like he was being forced to drive us somewhere against his will.
We arrive at the street that the seafood place is on and our driver drops us off across the street from it. Well Kristen is in a wheelchair and it’s difficult to get around especially up hills. So to get to the seafood place we would have to walk a block downhill, then a block back up hill in the busiest part of the night. At this point we were just frustrated with everything and turned around to see the Stinking Rose restaurant. We had heard great things about it and had always wanted to try their food so we went there instead.
Immediately when you walk in your sinuses are assaulted by the strong smell of garlic. Which worried me at first because, although I love garlic like everyone else, I was worried that it was going to be too much. Kristen got the 40 clove chicken and I ate the garlic steak. Thankfully there were seasoned perfetly and definitely not over powering in garlic flavor. Both were very tasty and worth the struggle of getting down to the restaurant. So after a long night of struggling to make something fun happen we concluded the night with a smile. We got to eat at a new and interesting restaurant and had a story to tell, which is all you can ask for out of life right?