It’s funny how that happens a lot around here. Instead of banging about in the kitchen, making something someone (not I!) will have to clean up after, we are trying one of the new eating establishments in town. The human female says she likes to support local, non-chain businesses. I say there’s a reason she had to buy larger undergarments.
There are a number of new eateries just north of the campus. Parking is a nightmare. While the human male is grumbling, “Really, City? You thought the way to encourage new businesses is to install parking meters?!” I am quietly pocketing the kickback I get for suggesting the meters to the City Council.
Well, rats. The human male has found a free place to park. (I will just have to steal change out of his pockets.)
The food in this place is a mix of Mediterranean and “healthy” things.
I am not sure what this is. It is certainly very… fluffy.
I figure either it is a Paper Salad, or there is a LOT of lettuce on that wrap.
My sweetie sure does love her greens. I like the color more than the taste of chlorophyllous foliage, so I’ve started in on the flatbread.
That, at least, I recognize.
I’m still not sure what this is.
(poke poke poke) Oh. There we go. Inside the bread, under the greens, behind the tomato, covered in sauce, is some grilled chicken. This is a rabbit’s version of a gyro sandwich. Sigyn is happy.
I think I’d rather eat the rabbit…