B E B E R E

Last night, Pablo and I went to TGI Friday in Everett, MA for dinner. We happened upon this place a couple weeks ago during an errand run. Being chain restaurant snobs, we were very pleasantly surprised with our orders.

Did something I don't ordinarily do: ordered dessert. Take a look at the menu. Notice anything odd? Pablo did. In his most enraged, vitriolic tone (what I refer to as the 'little b!tch wolf' tone of voice), he shot over to me 'how about marzipan insanity?'

Aside from the TGIF items:

Oreo Madness
Chocolate Obsession,

We came up with a few others:

praline psychosis
mocha dysthymia
melba sociopathy
marshmallow neurosis
peanut butter compulsion

The waitress thought it rather funny, too. We all decided that we could really go to town with a copy of the DSM-IV and a cookbook. Wouldn't it be great to have the capital to start a restaurant like
Finale, but for the ironic, hip, artsy set?

If you've any other suggestions, please let me know.