Sunday Lunch At Eudora Station
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Eudora Station is a fairly big but cosy restaurant cum pub some twenty minutes by foot where we live. The food is good, prices reasonable and the ambience is relaxed. How can it not be, with plush sofa chairs for seats in the terrace area? During the winter, the terrace is encased in glass panels but come summer, when it is removed, the terrace makes for very pleasant al fresco dining. The mosquitoes have a feast too as the bug magnet in me discovered over the summer months.
On Sunday, we decided to have a long, leisurely lunch there. It was a beautiful sunny winter's day and we thought it would be lovely to park ourselves in the terrace.
Eurdora has a bit of everything on the menu. As such it can be quite difficult to make a choice. Especially when one is hungry and even the potted plants look delectable.
That day for starters, Hubs had the Spanish style sizzling hot shrimps in garlic and olive oil.
Sonny-boy ordered fried calamari which Mum and Dad were only more than happy to help out when he couldn't finish.
I had a salad which comprised of a raspberry vinaigrette drizzled over semi raw shrimps, lettuce leaves, sliced pears and melon.
This was followed by a rack of grilled St Louis Spare Ribs in Barbecue Sauce for Hubs...
...and a Teriyaki Cod Steak on Buttered Rice with Leek and Mushroom Brochette for me.
Sonny-boy, having completed an Unit of Inquiry module on Healthy Foods in school, decided he would have a fruit and cheese sandwich. What? This from a boy who would live on pizza if he could? As the waitress was taking our orders, I made very sure he understood what he was getting himself into. "Yes, mummy, I know." Very well, then. Miracles never cease.
Needless to say, he promptly got hungry again when we arrived home.
And what would a long, leisurely lunch be without dessert?
Sonny-boy had the usual scoops of chocolate ice-cream while I had a cup of tea with a Black Cherry and Rum Raisin Crumble.
Hubs, who doesn't need sugar for sustenance and is therefore, not human, was just happy to have his nth glass of red wine. We talked, we ate, we laughed. Is it any wonder then, that we at Cookalot, love Sunday lunches?
Labels: Beijing, eating out, home life
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