Featuring garlic bread that started out as hot dog buns.
This spaghetti was gross. Too salty. It was so gross I could only eat 9/10 of it. Maybe it was more like 15/16 of it. Possibly 31/32 of it. OKAY FINE! I almost finished it, alright? The point is, it was too salty, and had I served this at l'école Cordon Bleu, I'd be kicked out. Or maybe just ridiculed.
Plus I had a beer. Newcastle. I opened the beer, poured it into a frosted glass, took one tiny sip and next thing I know I go for another sip and it was gone. I have no memory of drinking the beer between the first sip and the glass being empty. That proves somebody snuck in when I wasn't looking and drank my beer. And that's pretty doggone sneaky!
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