So I went out to lunch today with my best girl friends, something we don't get to do very often at all. We went to one of those sort of SnobSea Biddy staid-chic bistro-y places that only serve breakfast and lunch, the kind of breakfast and lunch that require a dictionary of gastronomy to decipher the ingredient list on each menu item. It was great.
The special, which sounded divine, was a crab and shrimp salad with mystery greens and jalapeno cream dressing. And it came with a cup of cold strawberry ginger soup. So, when the waitress came to take my order, naturally I ordered the salmon salad. Because I am losing my mind.
I actually remembered myself saying salmon out loud, so I wasn't too asinine when the wrong salad was delivered. But I didn't really get it until the waiter looked puzzled when I asked after the soup.
I really need to start doing crosswords again, the violin lessons are not staving off alzheimer's all on their own.
And I really wanted the crab and shrimp, too.
The soup was just weird, anyway.
The special, which sounded divine, was a crab and shrimp salad with mystery greens and jalapeno cream dressing. And it came with a cup of cold strawberry ginger soup. So, when the waitress came to take my order, naturally I ordered the salmon salad. Because I am losing my mind.
I actually remembered myself saying salmon out loud, so I wasn't too asinine when the wrong salad was delivered. But I didn't really get it until the waiter looked puzzled when I asked after the soup.
I really need to start doing crosswords again, the violin lessons are not staving off alzheimer's all on their own.
And I really wanted the crab and shrimp, too.
The soup was just weird, anyway.
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