| The Sausage King of Chicago ( @ 2008-03-16 17:46:00 |
Winter boredom drove us out of the house today, to - what else? - eat. A lot.
Specifically, lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant, and a late-afternoon crepe splurge. Owen wasn't too happy with our choice to get Indian brunch, and bizarrely kept insisting that we go to 'a French restaurant, so we can speak French'. Ooooo-k.
So, hey. Crepes, right? That counts! No matter that the only French he speaks is basically 'bonjour, maman' and 'rouge' and 'bleu'. Not so handy for restaurant conversation. That, and his dairy allergy precluded him from ordering anything off the menu besides a pink lemonade.
Too full for dinner.
Edit: Hey, the dome house is for sale!
Specifically, lunch at our favorite Indian restaurant, and a late-afternoon crepe splurge. Owen wasn't too happy with our choice to get Indian brunch, and bizarrely kept insisting that we go to 'a French restaurant, so we can speak French'. Ooooo-k.
So, hey. Crepes, right? That counts! No matter that the only French he speaks is basically 'bonjour, maman' and 'rouge' and 'bleu'. Not so handy for restaurant conversation. That, and his dairy allergy precluded him from ordering anything off the menu besides a pink lemonade.
Too full for dinner.
Edit: Hey, the dome house is for sale!