Lamb

Lamb has been one of my favorite meals for some time now. I enjoy it prepared every which way I’ve had it: sliced on gyros, cooked in stews, roasted, curried, and especially loin chops cooked medium rare. Usually, if a restaurant has lamb somewhere on the menu, I’m all over it. This should tell you that the following is probably not coincidence, but rather the focused trail of a carnivore

Since I’ve left home, I’ve eaten a ridiculous amount of lamb. Between blindly stumbling on it at restaurants and scouting out menus ahead of time, I’ve eaten it almost every night for dinner. I mentioned earlier that the Qantas flight from LA to Sydney had lamb chops for dinner. Then, the first night I spent in Perth, I found the Belgian Beer Café and its Grilled lamb cutlets. Conveniently, my hotel had a steakhouse on the first floor that served lamb chops (some of the best I’ve ever had, which explains why I ate there twice). And an Irish bar that I found in Perth, Durty Nelly’s, had a pretty solid lamb curry.



I thought my path of carnage was over when I left Perth, but to my surprise, the dinner service at Barrow Island has been dishing out lamb at least 3x per week! Their menu changes between chops, leg roasts, curries, mustard glazed, etc. I’ll admit that I’ve eased off on the portion sizes I’ve been serving myself, but even with all the availability, I still can’t turn it down when I see it.