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Friday, June 24, 2005

To be in takeout hell or not to be...

...that is the goddamn question. Good grief. Living in New York City, I embrace our greatest asset. Loads and loads of restaurant choices.... but today, my brain's in serious gridlock. Usually, I indulge my bourgie tendencies by ordering from this chichi shop on Wall St. (translation: it's patronized almost solely by White folk), but I'm in the mood to go full speed ahead into High Calorie Hell. Let's see, we have Mexican, Thai, Chinese, Greek, Indian, Japanese, Italian...all within a 4 block radius. If you think I'm uncertain now, wait till I have to make a real decision that actually matters.


link | Shot from the lip by TriniPrincess at 12:29 PM |


2 Comments:
Blogger Michael commented at 6/25/2005 01:27:00 AM~  

You're definitely picking the restaurant, Trini.

Blogger TriniPrincess commented at 6/25/2005 01:31:00 AM~  

Oooh, you trust my judgement. This is gonna be fun. [insert wicked laugh here]

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