frm Amy (not to be confused with me) and I split an order of grilled cheese and mushroom ravioli tonight. When the plate of delicate raviolis arrived, I double checked with the waiter to make sure that hadn't made a mistake. "Is this the large portion?" Yes, these nine delicate raviolis comprise of the large. The grilled cheese was the best I've ever had. And the dark fudge brownie sundae that followed was exceptionally delicious. The whole experience made me feel like a South End regular, hanging out in my neighborhood spot, down to the part where I overpaid for a simple yet delicious meal.
(watching Au Revoir Les Enfants* last night)
Amy: I can't tell these children apart.
Moi: You went to the Bo', shouldn't you know your white people?
Amy: There are so many white people in Seattle. It's been so hard.
*Not as depressing as Into the Arms of Strangers or Boy in the Striped Pajamas, but as a movie about Jewish children during WWII, still very depressing over all. Not recommended after sundaes on a Saturday night.
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