At dinner tonight, Nick covertly snapped this picture and then e-mailed it to me with the title "You're beautiful!" Which would be really sweet if the text of the e-mail wasn't "it's true", a reference to that godawful James Blunt song that he likes to wail melodramatically because he knows it pisses me off. Deliberate button-pushing aside, I hadn't seen this dude in three weeks and my companionship tank was running on fumes.
I think a lot of vegetarians get a little shellshocked when they go to a restaurant like Casa Nueva. I'm so used to quickly scanning the dinner entrees for the one thing I can eat, and then putting my menu back down. At Casa, where everything on the extensive menu has a meatless protein option, and it's all locally grown seasonal awesomeness, I feel like an East Berliner after the wall came down. Standing outside the West Berlin shops, staring through the windows at all the things you could just buy if you wanted to, dazed by all the choices.
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