OK, so my dinner companion at Plumpjack wasn't at all stuffed. But she wasn't complaining either.
Her app: cannelloni of big eye tuna with slivers of radish and mortared shiso with sesame and white soy. Say what?
Her main: roasted Petaluma chicken breast (so tender and moist, i thought it might be pork loin for a split second there) with caramelized sunchoke cream, Romano beans and Indonesian long pepper.
She ate both her plates clean and helped me polish off the apricot tarte tatin. Pays to be a personal trainer, I guess! No matter. I've now got fuel stores aplenty to kick ass and take names at my double workout manana morn.