I went to San Francisco for a weekend immersion Irish language course AND to visit my best friend, Kim. Kim took me to The Stinking Rose, a garlic restaurant just on the edge of Chinatown.
With the basket of bread, they brought out minced garlic soaked in oil to spread. I had garlic rabbit and garlic ice cream. It was all delicious.
But evidently there is a point at which my body rebels at the sheer level of garlic I consume. I was up with severe, painful gas cramps all night long…
And then had a cross-country flight to Florida the next day. Flying makes gas worse.
I am SO glad my lovely seatmate for the trip fell asleep shortly after take off because my body’s reaction was HORRID and SMELLY the whole five hour flight.