Kobe Meatballs

The last time I showed up at Taste, I was turned away. Brutally rebuffed for lack of a reservation.

This time I showed them.

I flashed my Bun Boy business card and my fancy little camera bag and was instantly seated.

By the door.

Replete with wobbly table and entering guests elbowing us ad nauseum.

Quinoa Salad with random burned lemon and stowaway Onion Rings

I ordered some healthy options, so I doubt I really got to TASTE all that TASTE has to offer, but I enjoyed everything I tried.

But those damn meatballs! YUM!

I could eat those all day. Until my cholesterol spiked back up to 300. It would have been worth it.


Fruit lightly sprinkled with freshly ground cocaine?