So I eat a lot of carrots as a virtue, and because of this, I think, I had quite the successful eye appointment today. Over the past 5 years my prescription has gone from -1.75 in my right eye to -1.50. So my two peepers now are at the same scrip, which saves quite a bit in those pesky contact fees. In other news, I recently made my triumphant return to the restaurant industry at the oft-lauded, highly patroned Room 39. In addition to seeing my daily ninja (I will try to grab a picture, this guy is awesome, he walks around dressed as a ninja while god-blessing everyone in his path - Midtown's version of Wavin' Dave, I think), one of our chef-lings, Craig, has grown some carrots. For reasons about which I'm trying to turn into a short story, I thought these carrots looked like...well, something else. I hope you enjoy.
Jessica thinks this one looks like a boot. That wasn't my first thought.
I think they have creams for this.
I think Craig will notice when I return the carrots tomorrow, but I ate this one, it was damn good. Yay for local gardening!
"Er. Um. I think, er, somethin's wrong..um...here. Backwards. Er." (Reno 911)
If only my ass looked this good.
Thus spake Megathustra
1 comment:
Ooh... dirty sexy carrots!
We haven't been to Room 39 in a while, but now we might have to make another visit. I love their burssels sprouts... mmmmmmmm.
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