Breakfast at French restaurant in South Park, San Francisco.
The menu said "the cheapest round trip ticket to Paris. I agree. I felt like
I was eating in a Parisian cafe, with the tiny round tables and wicker chairs and everything!
W got eggs benadict, I got the banana and honey crepe. I’m pretty sure the crepe batter is made with eggs and milk -- definitely not Vegan...but you know what, we’re going to let that one slide for now. Because, I just went to Paris and back for breakfast. And that's that.
Lunch at “Local.” W and I shared a thin crust pizza, garlic, basil, artichokes, no cheese. It was good, but I was really craving a huge bowl of steaming soup for my sicky brain and scratchy throat. Starting to really feel sick now.
Dinner at Aunt K and Uncle D’s. Pasta and roasted veggies. Brussell sprouts, tomatoes, and cauliflower. Yum. Full blown cold virus has taken over now. Good night.