I was a very picky eater as a child.

The only green vegetable I would eat was peas.

I didn’t eat lettuce until I was in high school and only then when it was swimming in 1000 island dressing.

There was so many things I refused to even taste.

God bless my mother. For all her faults she never forced me or my brother to eat foods we didn’t like.

Things weren’t much better when I became an adult.

Always safe.

Always cautious.

I remember eating portobello mushrooms the first time. I’d always thought I’d hate them. Turns out they are delicious.

But still I remained cautious.

Occasionally I’d be exposed to a food. Try it and learn that it wasn’t so bad.

Escargot.

Lamb.

Real salmon. Medium rare.

But still I remained cautious.

Then in 2009 I met a cute boy who liked food. Good food. Real food. Food that no one had heard of in Kentucky when I was growing up.

And for some reason I learned to stop being cautious and live adventurously.

At least with food.

I stared to try things.

Mussels.

Goat Cheese.

Real tuna.

Steak tartar.

Raw seafood.

Octopus.

Chicken liver mousse.

Oysters.

The list goes on.

There are only a few things I don’t really like.

Bleu cheese. (Although I did just eat pasta with Gorgonzola).

Olives.

And I’m not super fond of grilled scallops. It’s a texture thing.

And still, while dining out occasionally we continue to try new things.

I’ll always try it. I might not like it but I’ll give it ago.

Soooooo.

I started my new job in June.

Can you believe it’s been six months. And yesterday I made my 100th post.

Sorry. I was distracted.

When I started my job, there was much I needed to learn about the menu.

For example, the difference between a porterhouse and a t-bone.

How to pronounce chimichurri. I said it with an ah at the end not an ee.

And.

What blood sausage and sweet breads were.

Blood sausage is made with the blood of pigs, cows etc. It’s hard to find in the US but we get it through an importer in Miami. It’s also very tasty.

Sweet breads are made from either the thymus gland or the pancreas of a cow or sheep. The thymus when it’s a calf, or lamb. Pancreas when the animal is older.

They are delicious but the spongy texture will sometimes put people off.

Soooo.

This was a long way of saying we serve sweet breads and blood sausage on our mixed grill. It’s the jumbo combo of meats for my friends who worked at the Hard Rock Cafe.

When the dish is presented the runner explains what’s what.

And most of the time it ends there.

Occasionally panic ensues.

A couple of months ago, a woman tried the blood sausage. Thought it was delicious. Asked the server what it was and had the rest of the meal boxed up.

We are not surprised by this.

What is funny is what happened tonight.

Tonight someone saw that we had sweet breads on the mixed grill and asked if they could get it as a side.

They were very confused when the order was delivered to the table and it was not pastries.

The servers are often told not to include the sweet breads as the person is gluten free.

We all laugh.

But we don’t make fun. 10 years ago I would have thought the same thing. We encourage the guest to try them. But if they want them removed moved then we do it.

Let me say again, if you don’t think about what it is then it’s tasty.

As is steak tartar.

Tuna tartar.

Octopus.

Scallops ceviche.

Chicken liver mousse.

Chocolate ice cream.