the issue of food
well there really isn't an issue except i love it. but you all knew that. so me and aziza and gene went to this italian restaurant last night to celebrate gene's birthday and oh. my. ghod. salivating.
i was uncomfortable walking in there, and the whole waiting half an hour or so by the bar with all the snazzy people and women with lipliners that matched their lipstick and men in real suits with double seams and wellcut hair thing was scary.
it was a chi chi kind of place and i've been to a few before and i just know i don't work well in chi chi places and so i always start to squirm and look hostile and such. hostile means i stare at people from up under my eyebrows which makes me look really mean, pissy and ugly.
i know it sounds ridiculous, but welldressed people who both look and act in a way that suggests they (will) make more money in a month or two than i will working (as if) for 20 years just... grate me.
and that's not the thing, though, it really isn't the money itself (i'm not into money - it's nice, love it, but it's not a goal.) that get to me. maybe it's just me feeling inferior or something.
hah. i'll leave this subject because it's stupid and i'll end up sounding like an envious bitter twerp, and we have food to talk about.
so the place was really nice with lots of wood and light colours and marble things and windows lining the ceiling and clouds painted and everything. the wait was long but worth it. and i discovered that apparently, there -is- wine i can see myself going nuts about. (lambert bridge something chardonnay '97) huh. i wonder if i can apply for "this life - part II" now.
what i had turned out to be a complete food orgasm.
..fresh baked bread rolls with cummin and soft butter...
...deep green romaine lettuce with small pieces of tomatoes and various veggies all sprinkled with balsamic vinegar and chunks of gorgonzola cheese...
... small pizza with spinach, tomatoes, grilled portobello mushrooms, mozzarella cheese and lots of fresh raw garlic sprinkled over it...
...peanutbutter mousse in a graham cracker crust with a thin layer of chocolate creme on top, a bit of whipped cream on the side and chocolate sauce rippled on top of it all..
can you say jennie nearly passing out from extreme bliss? and aren't -you- happy i decided not to write the above the way i originally intended, with a page's worth of adjectives and impressions for each dish? i know. totally.
the following was supposed to be in this entry, but i have a sudden need for being short and to the point and so i divided it into little sections, like i did when i was in a ranting mood. read at will.