fatty fatty 2 x 4

Well, for the first time without being on holiday (vacation for you white-bred Americans, snicker snicker), I ate every meal at a restaurant this weekend. Amazing, I know. And so exhilirating. Not really, but still excellent nonetheless.

Friday we had training all day for work so we had a catered chili lunch, and bagels for breakfast. Not exactly a restaurant, but not supplied by kristin's kitchen either. Then Friday evening I met friends for an Italian feast at Buca di Beppo. Yummy Manicotti.

Saturday was lunch at Clyde's for my cousin's confirmation celebration (shrimp salad sandwich with fruit). Dinner was at Ram's Head Tavern with other friends. This included beer, and a Three B's chicken--blackened chicken, bacon and brie.

Sunday morning--you guessed it--brunch. We had a brunch at Bistro Francais in Georgetown that consisted mostly of champagne, with trace amounts of French food and music. I had Oeufs Benedictine and Daniel had Linginui der Mare, I think, which was lots of sea dwellers with a linguini and light tomato sauce. Dinner was only supplied to help keep the champagne high going--some fine whiskey and white wine made an excellent supper feast.