Hi citizens. I haven’t talked to you for a while. Last time we spoke, I was spouting fatalistic pronouncements about happiness and stuff. Since then, I have suffered, almost died, and gotten a flu shot.
I’m healthy now, in my soul, thanks for caring. I still find reasons to cry but so joyfully now. I don’t walk, I skip. When I hear the crunch of Styrofoam underfoot, I think, “It’s just an urban pinecone.” I have so many new, highly effective habits. I am the Gilbert Blythe of Bingeworthy.
Excited to keep reading? Yayeah!
F Yeah Little Fork
I was the first to arrive, so naturally, I hung my purse on the nearest bar hook and ordered the closest thing to a Manhattan. Please stare at it for a moment.
Sweet, sweet averna. I ordered another during our meal, which I didn’t finish. Great show of restraint, I think.
I Totally Remember This Part
The meal began with pickled fennel and radishes served in mason jars. The fennel was sweet and crunchy. I loved it. Fried pigskin in the shape of ears followed. Good, but less crunchy than the fennel. Honestly, I was wanting Baken-etts? My friends ordered oysters and fancy poutine. Not crunchy at all.
In Which I Try To Remember What Else I Ate
Oh! Mike ordered a fucking fantastic ham thing with an apple thing on the side. And there were other delicious items. Some Brussels sprouts and/or cauliflower tasted great. There was maybe a short rib situation. I took a picture of a giant white glob and another picture of a blurry shadow. Then, I went to the bathroom and took a picture of myself. Then the meal was over and I went to my dark place.
Little Fork is the greatest! Go there! Read Cory’s review, then go to Little Fork, please!
PS – I’ll be more on my game next week. Shut up. Also, if you were with me at Little Fork, kindly leave a comment and tell me what I ate?