Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Mercredi, c'est ravioli.
Meredith goes to Woodhouse Fish Company, a place your truly visited for SFist a little while ago. The difference? Meredith mentions the word lobster SIXTEEN times, and I used it once. She is obsessed, she is sick, she is addicted.
Sixteen times.
Plus, she's showing signs of losing it again: she's dropping hints that she'll revert to the Meredith of old pretty soon. Hints about three weeks of happily dining on goose liver in Budapest, cevapcici in Belgrade, and mititei in Bucharest; hints about silent film festival at the Castro; hints about meaning of life discussions with her brother; any of these could soon blow up into a full 800 words unrequited, painfull, cringe-inducing digression! She struggles to keep the lid on today, but one can feel the pressure building.
We'll start a countdown to the blow-up. I say: next week. So quickly enjoy a review mostly focused on the lobster while you can.
Sixteen times.
Plus, she's showing signs of losing it again: she's dropping hints that she'll revert to the Meredith of old pretty soon. Hints about three weeks of happily dining on goose liver in Budapest, cevapcici in Belgrade, and mititei in Bucharest; hints about silent film festival at the Castro; hints about meaning of life discussions with her brother; any of these could soon blow up into a full 800 words unrequited, painfull, cringe-inducing digression! She struggles to keep the lid on today, but one can feel the pressure building.
We'll start a countdown to the blow-up. I say: next week. So quickly enjoy a review mostly focused on the lobster while you can.
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