A Rob Evans for me: sausage gravy, egg and cheese on a biscuit. Fried chicken box with grits for him. And fruit to pretend we weren't huge, fat slobs.
After, we went down to Cobble Hill for some shopping, movie watching (Contagion was GRRREAT) and more eating (at Bar Tabac). I bought a great vintage vase and spent most of the night trying not to touch my face. Don't see that movie if you're germ phobic. Or live in a city. Or touch your face. Or fly. Or...
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I love that you got fruit to balance out dinner - my kinda gal! Also, I know I'm late in saying it, but thank you for lovely comment on our Guardian post. Sally x
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