Tonight is another respite night. You know I look forward to them. The time to not have to make 13 our number one priority is freeing. The chance to go out and relax isn’t bad either.
The hunt for new food experiences took us to a Lebanese restaurant. 17 wanted to know what THAT would be like. I promised her hummus and felafels. She asked for bland. I kid you not, no spices, no flavourings, nothing too much of anything and no chick peas. So we were off to a good start.
I must admit, the food was delicious. Would definitely eat again. Then again, I went in hopeful, Middle Eastern food is one of my favourites.
Below is the totally Middle Eastern Long Island Iced Tea. Brought to me complete with crucified cherry and parasol. 17 asked, “how are you going to get the cherry, there are two things through it?”
I replied, “the day I can’t take a cherry I might just as well give up.”
Then I remembered to whom I was speaking.
I think I might be the mother other people’s mothers warned them about.
Perhaps it was the LICT, perhaps it was the glass of Lebanese red I had before that. Yes, you read that correctly, LEBANESE red. What does it taste like? Umm, let me think, oh, I know, Ribena™. Without the oomph.
In the middle of all this, the chatting, the laughing, the pretending to me normal. The being a sad sod who photographs their food and drink before they consume it because we all know nothing is truly experienced till it is shared on the Internet, everything goes blurred.
No, no, I’m not sloshed. I think they kept the alcohol to an almost non-existent level in their drinks. I have none of the lovely woozy feeling and ALL of the “oh shit, my eyesight has just jumped to worse AGAIN.”
I thought this was supposed to improve. I should have titled this whole shot to blurred so you could see. Glasses or no glasses, everything is soft, like vaseline rubbed on a lens for a cheap soft focus. Except not, so it can’t be rubbed clean so the lens can view again as clearly as ever.
Other than that, a fabulous night. I had fun, which can’t be bad.
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