FuShing, New Fortune, Tabard Inn, Arirang, FuShing – in that order from Thursday night to Sunday night. This past weekend was all food, all the time. And at each meal, I was the last one standing. As everyone set their chopsticks down, it was me, taking that just one more bite that would push me over the edge from ridiculously full to rolling-on-the-floor-clutching-my-belly full.
I just realized after all that dining, I didn’t take any photos of the food. Maybe that’s better though. I can’t look at it for a while. Next weekend, I’m sticking to a glass of water and crust of bread.
What a conundrum I’m in right now, sitting here at work. It’s freezing cold outside but I’m craving crunchy pretzals. So just now, I grabbed my coat and wallet, headed for the elevators, went to the bathroom instead, and then came back to my seat. Still craving pretzals. Should I go out and brave the cold (10 minute walk) or should I skip the pretzals? Augh! How badly do I want them?
Update 12-30: Too cold. Wimped out.
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