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.
Been to the the Stinking Rose, several times, but my garlic capacity has never reached the “tilt” stage, enjoyed it thoroughly.
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I didn’t realize you’d been there! 🙂