...but I think I'll survive the experience.
I met some friends for lunch today, at Claim Jumper. I figured "hey, gigantic portions of meat, how can I go wrong?"
I got there a few minutes before they did, so I was skimming the appetizer menu desperately looking for something that wasn't breaded, bread, or potatoes. I saw one whose description said:
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Avocado, Snow Crab and Cucumber Rolled in a Soybean-Sesame Sheet. Wasabi Pepper and Sweet Ponzu Sauces
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I thought this sounded good and ordered some. OK, I was distracted by my good news from the doctor this morning, but the name "California Roll" should have been
bloody obvious. But no, I even took a huge bite of one when the plate arrived before I finally recovered my wits to realize...
I'm eating rice!!! Worse, I'm eating white rice!!!
Have to admit, even after the Big Clue Bat hit me in the eyes, I went ahead finished the one I had started. Then left the rest for my friends. But I figure I ate about an eighth of a cup of cooked rice, which according to FitDay set me back nearly five grams! Yow!
To be fair, I did have the Danish Ribeye, which is a CJ-sized portion of ribeye steak smothered in melted blue cheese. For the side I skipped the potato and had the grilled asparagus with hollandaise. The garlic bread was gleefully devoured by my friends. Only happy to help.