There is nothing in Oysters Rockefeller that I don’t love: Fresh oysters, spinach, breadcrumbs, Parmesan cheese…baked on the half-shell till bubbly. I’m not allergic to oysters, or any seafood, for that matter. So WHY do I barf in the middle of the night after I eat this deliciousness? It makes no sense whatsoever.
But that’s where I’m at today, y’all. Tired with sore abdominal muscles from puking.
Aren’t you glad you checked in? I’ll be back later…I promise.