I must confess my food sins. The day started off harmlessly enough with a croissant and coffee at Caffe Vita. I do that once or twice a week, no harm no foul. That's what working out is for. But then I moved on to lunch from Skillet, feasting on a burger topped with delicious, delicious bacon jam and cambozola. And fries. I decided salad for dinner or bust.
Bust.
I should have known better. I was heading out to happy hour with K and friend T. to hash out final wedding details. When is happy hour ever healthy? And we had picked The Saint on Capitol Hill. The choices there were either carne asada tacos, mole enchiladas or nachos with queso fresco, fresh guacamole and beans. And for some ridiculous reason, I wanted those nachos.
K. and I ended up later that evening at the Sorrento. The very nice, air-conditioned Sorrento, which was so relaxing on a hot evening. Someone mentioned ice cream. K. turned it into a Coke float. I succumbed. K and I topped off the evening with the floats, with extra Coke in the white pitcher.
There's always tomorrow.
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ReplyDeletemmmm.. i had bruch at The Saint a couple weeks ago. chorizo with potato cooked in chorizo grease.
ReplyDeletei like how a croissant for bfast a couple times a week is "harmless."
Hallelujah, because I used to have a croissant for breakfast a couple times a week before my crazy bootcamp began. Now I think I'll resume my tradition ;)
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