"I can't make you love me, if you don't" --Bonnie Raitt

Wide swings in food this past weekend... We are at the Wine Kitchen in Leesburg Saturday for lunch, Krispy Kreme for a Saturday night get-together, and at a restaurant in Columbia, which I won't name, for a Sunday lunch meet up. The company is exceptional for all of these but, despite Krispy Kreme surpassing my expectations*, the gustatory honors have to go to the Wine Kitchen. Excellent yet simple food with marvelous, reasonably priced wine options (a variety of flights to choose from! what fun!) and great service. Who could ask for more? H/t to Dezel for pointing us to this place.

Meanwhile, on Sunday, we meet up with friends at a buffet that has quite tasty food but the service is a little, um, strange. As we are finishing dessert:

Waiter: How did you like the buffet?
Several of us: Wonderful! Tasty!
Waiter to Hubby: What did you like on the buffet?
Hubby: I liked the channa masala!
Waiter: That's all? What else?
Hubby: *blink* Well, no, that's not all, but channa masala is my favorite.
Waiter: Yes, okay, you liked the channa masala. But what else did you like?
Hubby: Er...
The rest of us: It was all quite good.
Waiter, looking displeased at the two,of four, uneaten dosas sitting on the table (These were brought, unrequested, to us): These are dosas.
Friend: Yes, we just couldn't finish them.
Waiter: *offers explanation of what region dosas come from and then looks at us expectantly*
*we look at him and each other*
Friend's mate to Friend: You didn't want to take them home, did you?
Friend: No...
Waiter: ...
Friend, looking desperate: I ate one!

What the hell? Why are we explaining ourselves to the waiter!? We didn't order the grill!



* I am a Dunkin Donuts snob, born and bred, and have always proudly worn the DD mantel of splediciousness (sometimes quite obviously around the hip and tush area) but I have to admit that lemon-filled Krispy Kreme was quite yummy! Thanks, Tewkesbury, for pushing my culinary envelope.

"You can't always get what you want..." --The Rolling Stones

If you've said to yourself, "Hey, that Lacochran sure has it going on. Wish I could get her to sample my tasty blog." then you should know that I'm totally reading every other blog but yours.

Well, yours and ones that fall into the following objectionable categories.

Reasons I might not be reading your blog:

Diarrhea: If you are a blogger of great merit but write twenty-two sentence paragraphs, I'm probably not reading you. It's nothing personal. I'm elderly and I need occasional white space for my tired eyes. Not over-wordification. *bzzt* Pass.

Camouflage: If you are one of those people that have dark gray font on black background (or pink on red): Are you approximating disappearing ink? Working through some passive-aggressive issues? Insane? *bzzt* Pass.

ShoppingList: If your idea of a blog post is: "Went to library. Got 2 books." That's it? That's all you've got? Why?! Why blog about this? Might I suggest Twitter for your needs. *bzzt* Pass.

DanceParty: If you've got loud music and strobe action that starts as soon as I click on your site. *bzzt* Pass (chika, pass, pass, chika, pass, pass).

INeedALotofAttention: Is this you? --> "Here's four pictures of me half-naked and drunk." How nice for you. Mom must be so proud. I'm not so much into train wrecks. *bzzt* Pass.

Feel free to add your "Yeah, but what's even worse..." rants in the comments. (Like I could stop you.*)



* Alright, I'll say it: You're pushy.**

** I love pushy.