Well, you know that the main thing about going on a cruise
is the food, right? And it’s true. At first, I wasn’t overly impressed. Our
first lunch on board was right near the end of the lunch time, and things were
really crowded (we sat outside directly in the blistering sun because we
couldn’t find another spot), and they were starting to put the food away. So
again, that first day did not make a great impression.
However.
The rest of the trip was fantastic when it came to food. In
the first place, most of it was delicious. In the second place, if it wasn’t
yummy, you could just order something else! Here are some indications of my
enjoyment of the food:
1. When I reviewed the notes I’d written for the blog, I
mentioned the food four different times.
2. I even tried their fried eggs at breakfast one morning.
(I have never really liked eggs, and I especially dislike fried eggs. But they
were just sitting there calling to me. Also, the whites did not have the
texture of snot. So, win!) I also tried poached eggs!
3. I had fried eggs again. Voluntarily. I even started
making myself fried eggs when I got home! (Tragically, I have not managed to
make them without the snot texture.)
4. A couple months later, at my first prenatal appointment,
Susan (my midwife) looked at my weight gain to that point and said, “So, do you
think is all from the pregnancy?” And I totally blamed at least five pounds on
the cruise.
5. There was sushi a couple of times. And since I had
learned from research that the real problem with sushi in pregnancy is not the
sushi itself but simply the possibility of food poisoning,* I ate some. And
felt just a little bit naughty. But also really, really happy.
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| This was my favorite of the restaurants, though you really can't tell how pretty it was. |
The ambience in the restaurants was lovely. Seriously, these
are some fancy restaurants. My favorite (you eat at a different one each night)
was made to look like a garden, and the lighting changed as the night got
later, so it was like the sun was setting. The room was decorated in lovely
dusty pink and sort of a pale sage green. Really pretty. It was fun eating
someplace so fancy.
There was this steak one night that I sort of wanted to eat
until I died. Mostly because of the sauce. Also, I tried black truffle pasta—because
why not? (It wasn’t that epic, but it was still tasty.) And Brice and I both
tried escargot (smothered in butter, so it was acceptable—but not something I’d
regularly eat). Those were some of the exciting highlights, but really
everything was just tasty.
Brice and I discussed why the food was so especially great,
and we came up with a couple reasons. The main reason, of course, was just that
it was good. But the backup reason—which Brice pointed out—was that it was
good, but without a price tag attached.
So instead of looking at the menu, then looking at the prices, then saying,
“Too rich for my blood,” we just ate. Whatever looked good. Regardless of
price. It makes a shocking difference. It makes me think that in the future,
when we take vacations, we should make it a point to go out one time to a
really swanky restaurant, order something amazing, and just count it as a cost
of the vacation.
You may be wondering about what the kids ate. Well, I’m
sorry to report that they ate your usual run-of-the-mill kids’ food. We tried
to get them to try a few new things here and there, but honestly—vacation is
not the time to have arguments over trying that new weird-looking vegetable or
that strange brown sauce. So we didn’t.
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