Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like nature’s patient, sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth’s human shores, Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors— No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable, Pillow’d upon my fair love’s ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
I missed the deadline of photo submissions to this writing thing. I was supposed to work on in Saturday night but I got home so late (so early Sunday morning) after an evening of binge-eating and speed-drinking.
Why does it seem like hanging out with Izza always leads to a bingefest? See the photos documenting how hungry we get after shopping.
The first two “courses” of our meal at House of Mini’s: a generous serving of mushroom soup (decent taste, I tell you. I was expecting canned soup but was pleasantly surprised when this was brought to me) and the yummiest dinner rolls this part of San Juan.
Kla: “They have the best dinner rolls here!” This statement has been corroborated.
Izza’s main course: Roast beef with mashed potatoes, gravy, and veggies.
Mine: Classic Salisbury steak with fries on a hot plate. Eating a meal from a hot plate brought me back to the grade school days when having a sizzling plate lunch meant you had a lot of baon money.
Plus an extra serving of mashed potatoes. I only finished one because Izza ordered an extra order of dinner rolls (not in photo). This night could also be called “Carbo Loading Night.”
The interior of cozy House of Mini’s. Mom shared with me that evening (we were texting and she was quite chatty) that she and an old boyfriend used to have dinner there back in the late 70s. That’s how old this place is. I want to bring my Mom back there just to see if she recognizes any of the aging waiters. I bet they’ve been there for decades!
Check out the rifle. Convenient if ever this place gets robbed. Immediate lock and load!
What was left of my meal. Note how the “salad” was left untouched. I really don’t like cabbage.
After coffee at Starbucks, we headed to Pivo at OHD for BEER! Me with my first Stella. I think this was the first time I ever took a proper swig of beer. This is the epitome of swabe.
Izza with her Pink Killer, also Belgian, also yummy in its grapefruit-y-ness.
Let’s have seconds! Izza’s Oranjeboom and my Pilsner Urquell (Czech).