everyone goes to chinatown

and every once in a while, i go back to pasta grotto, for some reason.

it's cheaper to remind yourself that it sucks when you're eating there alone.

meh. thanks, pasta grotto, for spoiling my good-restaurant-record.

bleh.

i mean, the food was all right, as always. it was just small portions and bizarrely overpriced.

and dammit, that bread would be so much better if you just nuked it.

argh.

meh, bleh, and argh. bluh.

on a more positive note, apparently the dinner provided me with a much needed dose of insoluble fiber.