it's final. the line has the best caesar dressing and tiramisu. everywhere else that i have eaten those two foods dont quite match up to it. the bar has been raised yet again.
sitting next to the dessert section is NOT a good idea. i ended up alternating between main course and dessert after the third plate. cant help it when each of them, all artistically presented, is crying out to me to take. the gastronomical explosion that followed every bite is indescribable.
bernard, some totally-unknown-by-me waiter, is so freaking cute. in fact, he wont look out of place next to any (good looking) south american athlete. eye candy for the night. i think i stared at him too much till he started giving me weird looks. oops!
i am so leeching onto my aunts.
this is life :)
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