Heidi enjoying a pot of Bagna Calda
I cannot begin to explain my fascination with the Stinking Rose. Nor the reason it has taken me so long to visit. But, late one night after a day of barbecues and beer, Heidi and I were about to drive past the restaurant and were stopped by an overwhelming urge to gorge on mass quantities of garlic. Perhaps it was time for a cleanse of sorts. So in we went. As it was 10:30 pm, there was no wait for a table. We slid into a garish booth under a faux starry night and began our gastronomical journey. I'd be lying if I didn't say it was delicious. Although, the stench of garlic could be smelled coming from my pores over the next few days at the gym.
We gave 100% to this experience, ordering a full meal with multiple courses...including a dessert sundae of garlic ice cream (interesting, but not something I would recommend). And I would do it all over again (minus the garlic ice cream!)
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