To be frank, I wasn't thrilled with the tom kha that I ordered at Wild Ginger, a Thai restaurant that opened in July of 2011.
But the salad I ordered at lunch was terrific, even though the $3 service charge and 18percentt gratuity were almost as much as the food itself.
The halibut I ordered at my first meal was fabulous — beautifully cooked and simply presented with brown butter and capers, sautéed Swiss chard and an artichoke puree.
The remark was sufficiently unguarded, and the readers' reviews on Amazon sufficiently enticing, that I ordered at once a copy of the long-out-of-print book and am I glad I did.
Jean and I ordered at the counter, snagged a booth and attacked our very good burgers, fries, beer and soda — at $29, not the cheapest meal in Manhattan, but certainly the cheapest in a luxury Midtown hotel.
Were it not for the low, arched doorways and unusually steep and narrow staircases, which were treacherous after a glass of Kasteel (the potent, fittingly named Belgian ale that I ordered at the hostel bar), the interior of Westhove could have been that of any other hostel, anywhere in the world.
I ordered at restaurants and didn't even look at the waitress.
"What showed up was not what I ordered at all... first I was laughing at what it was, how I got it, how random it was and how way off topic it was," Whelihan said in a MyFoxBoston video.
Being accustomed to putting things on my desk that I ordered at four o'clock in the morning the week before, I asked around to find the craziest purchase anyone had made while drunk, and I'm happy to say that my entourage did not disappoint me.
