I haven't been going out much during my "vacation"; I use the term loosely since I still logon to check my mails and what not. I tend to go out only when I'm meeting friends. Good thing Cindy and Pest are here to indulge me. Last week we tried Rodizio Rico in Westbourne Grove. We saw a sign that said (cue angels, the sky opening and the token beam of light shining through) Eat All You Can Meat. Mmmmm, sounds good. We promptly booked dinner. I had a good idea to dress down since I'd be smelling of barbeque anyway. Pest had an even greater idea to just dress like he was going out jogging. Cindy and Darwyn dressed like...Cindy and Darwyn...hehehe. I didn't eat the whole day to prepare my belly for the gluttony ahead. The place was tiny so it fills up really quickly. The meat just came and came and came until I had to stop eating for fear of not getting home. If you like meat, barbeque and eating like there's no tomorrow then this is the place for you. Pest and I walked home and I had to stop every few feet while simultaneously rubbing my belly. In the end I just pretended I was pregnant.
A couple of days ago I went shoe shopping with Pest. Not much people around since it was a weekday, that's always a plus. We got sidetracked and ended up browsing in the shops. Now I'm all for Christmas decorations, but I think this one just screams out recession.
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