Best Table in Town

(Three entries in one day. Can you tell that I'm evading responsibilities?) I heart the people I work with and the people I work for, even though they often unnecessarily complicate life. A few days ago, I asked Jen if she had a Portuguese dictionary. Not only did she have one, but it was just sitting on her desk, waiting for me to ask for it. I explained that I'm heading off to Lisbon and asked for suggested sights. And that was where it all started.

Turns out, much of the Division had been to Lisbon, as one of our society conferences was held there a few years ago. (The one I get to go to this year will be in Providence, Rhode Island. Score.) Whitecastle, Jen said, was the person to ask. He knew of a beautiful restaurant overlooking the city where they all met up. And so to Whitecastle I went. Who said that I had to email him. I did. But Whitecastle has forgotten the name of the restaurant. I was OK with that. A normal person would've called it a day. But Whitecastle has never proven to be normal. He cares too much.

He asked Nice Doc and Mrs. Whitecastle. Neither of whom remembered the name. But Nice Doc knew that the restaurant recommendation actually came from Mrs. Nice Doc. And she dug up the three year old email from a friend that had a list of Lisbon suggestions. Nice Doc then passed that along to me (via my personal gmail account) and Whitecastle but he could not recall which among the list I was supposed to try. Whitecastle then replied to both Nice Doc and I using both my personal and work accounts, and added Mrs. Whitecastle to boot. Now five people have pitched in and at least ten different emails have been written on my behalf so that by now, even if I have to sell my kidney to afford a meal there, I must dine at Chapito in Alfama to do all those people justice. I really hope I won't have to sell a kidney though. I was just getting fond of it.