Sunday, January 25, 2009
THE CHICKEN SPIRITS CONTACT ME IN A SPILL ON THE TABLECLOTH
To properly reward myself for my new vegetarian diet I've been going out to dinner more often and at vegetarian restaurants. I wanted to go to Guru, a vegetarian place on the 6th street Indian strip, but I couldn't find it so I went to Gandhi. I hate having any spill or crumbs on the table, I just think it's so gross. At Indian restaurants they come up at the end of the meal and punish you by making you watch them scrape all the gross stuff that may have fallen on the table with this metal tables squeegee and they act like they are bestowing some luxury upon you. I had spilled some tamarind sauce on the table and behold! It's a little chicken thanking me for not eating it!
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