i will divert the path from ice cream to share with you the attack of the cheese sandwich. this falls into the category of "are you kidding me?" moments at a restaurant. the densely packed muenster cheese in that 'sandwich' was inches deep! in fact a word more accurate than 'sandwich' would be 'four-pounds-of-cheese-wrapped-in-a-token-paltry-slice-of-rye'. and by the way, the tomato was an 'additional' request. i love the hand gesture of bewilderment i'm making, and emre's judging look and shrink away from me posture. it reminds me that when i met emre, he couldn't enunciate the difference between 'muenster' and 'monster'. appropriate in this case. i managed to eat half of the cheese brick sandwich. took the other half home and had muenster sandwiches for a week!
for a flashback to my dad's gluttonous 'sandwich' (another not-quite-accurate description), click
here.
doggie bags procured and cheese brick occupying stomach, it was on to dessert. more priceless expressions. i'm ignoring emre's apparent crisis of the gluttony of his girlfriend, instead communicating with the chocolate matterhorn on my plate, saying, "i can take you on."
