Last (half) Supper

I spent a large portion of this afternoon (should have been a half-portion really) at work wondering about what I would have as my last normal (but shrunken) meal before super-easy first week finished.

Would it be some fine French dining at Birstro Papillon? A semi-Tarte Gratinée with a half-glass of Hugel pinot gris followed by a cut-size Souris d'Agneau au Romarin with a mini Bernard Metrat gamay, perhaps. And to finish, a bisected Crème Brûlée with a soupçon of the Monbazillac. That would be adequate to the occasion.

Or would it be Neapolitan style at Pizzeria Lucio? To start, a small birra, maybe accompanied by a hemi-sphere of burrata caprese. And who could go past a salumi pizza with a half-bottle of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo? Then next door to Universal for a tiny sliver of Black Beauty.

Yeah. That'd be real nice. And given I'd only be eating half of it - it wouldn't even be cheating.

Or, as is more likely, I end up at so starving after work that I'd settle for a fucking Nando's and scoff down a grilled chicken burger sans mayonnaise. Yup - quite the culinary occasion.

Just like Mamma used to make (Mamma was psychotic)