
We ventured into Minneapolis to try the famous
"Jucy Lucy" at
Matt's Bar. We got our greasy fix and were satisfied. I somehow then went on a cooking strike all weekend, and we had pita wraps with gyro meat and falafel from
Shish last night, and tonight we ended up eating out AGAIN, at a restaurant whose name I can't even remember, suggested by our companions. At least I had halibut. And at least I managed to make a pizza this afternoon, refrigerated for tomorrow to help avoid another evening crisis. See what I mean about never having ideas? I need help!
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