And then a couple of other neighbors came in and sat down next to us at the bar. Somehow menus appeared in front of us, and then I wound up with a glass of tres delicious sangria, and then pan seared scallops with pancetta mashed potatoes. I blame it on the heat... if I went upstairs and cooked dinner it would make my loft too hot. Yeah, that's my excuse.
I didn't order the decadent chocolate thing. Nope, no sirree, was not me. However, I took the obligatory bite of it when it wound up in front of me. It was the polite thing to do, of course.
Twice in three days... this could be a very expensive habit.