So tired, so tired. I just typed this sentence: These great gift ideas come are ready for fit any budget. Granted, I was working from the middle of the sentence, but at some point you just have to laugh at your overworked mind. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really very bright at all, because I do become fatigued and numbed just from thinking. I guess it's better to become tired from thinking too much than to feel all right and not think enough. Intense! I think. Har har.
RESTO REVIEW! On Saturday I had brunch with Mr. Cowboy and Mr. Beardy at Victory's Banner. It's a brunchy spot up in Roscoe Village; Karinsa had told me about it, but I'd never visited despite its reputation as the land of the magic vegetarian meal. So the boys and I piled into my new-used, budget-busting automobile (when you travel in a 97 Civic, you travel in style) and headed up to the great white north. We scooted in about half an hour before closing, and while Beardy and Cowboy seemed to like their meals, I cannot say that mine was so hot. Everything was lumpy. My veggie burger had lumps, as did my hot chocolate (it tasted like pudding on its way to being fully congealed—I think that they may possibly use Jell-O mix). Really disappointing. On the way out, I started wondering why most of the vegetarian restaurants in Chicago are run by religious fringe groups. Soul Vegetarian? Check. Alice and Friends? Check. Victory's Banner? Check. At least it isn't run by a bunch of Victory Records types.
RESTO REVIEW! On Saturday I had brunch with Mr. Cowboy and Mr. Beardy at Victory's Banner. It's a brunchy spot up in Roscoe Village; Karinsa had told me about it, but I'd never visited despite its reputation as the land of the magic vegetarian meal. So the boys and I piled into my new-used, budget-busting automobile (when you travel in a 97 Civic, you travel in style) and headed up to the great white north. We scooted in about half an hour before closing, and while Beardy and Cowboy seemed to like their meals, I cannot say that mine was so hot. Everything was lumpy. My veggie burger had lumps, as did my hot chocolate (it tasted like pudding on its way to being fully congealed—I think that they may possibly use Jell-O mix). Really disappointing. On the way out, I started wondering why most of the vegetarian restaurants in Chicago are run by religious fringe groups. Soul Vegetarian? Check. Alice and Friends? Check. Victory's Banner? Check. At least it isn't run by a bunch of Victory Records types.
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