Angela went to Mexico last week for a vacation. Yeah, yeah – I know, she was running away to meet with her Latin lover, Inigo Montoya. Anyhow, the day before she left, Angela and I decided to go have a pleasant dinner out. I was thinking of something nice and small – maybe a burger, possibly a burrito. Angela had something else on her mind.

In a fit of rage, we eat!

Nom nom nom!

But what is this? A small pizza??

A certain someone decided that it would be a good idea to go to a Greek diner near our house called Deliah’s. Going over the menu we were having a little bit of a tough time deciding which foods we were going to stuff into our waiting maws. Keep in mind this simple rule: indecision when at a restaurant is a bad thing and could lead to you making questionable choices.

In a fit of gluttony we ordered dinner. A spanikopita. A cheese steak with fries. A small pepperoni pizza. Oh, and don’t forget the salad that comes with your meal. You know, because at this point we’re watching our weight. We came this far so Angela orders a Diet Pepsi and I say ‘screw it’ and order a Cyprianic beer (for the life of me I can’t remember it’s name)

It was a Herculean effort we put up. To be honest, I was pretty full snacking on the salad 🙂 However, once you put a cheese steak in front of me then all bets are off. And french fries. It just doesn’t seem to be a meal unless there is some sort of potato on your plate. We were making our way through the salad, spanikopita and cheese steak when the pizza finally arrived and I was about to beg for mercy. Well, ‘about to’ are the key words. I was curious and I wanted a slice of ‘za.

The pizza was gorgeous but had one fatal flaw: it was under cooked. Beneath the burbling cheese and glistening pepperoni and just above the crispy crust which had lain against the pizza stone was…goo. The dough had not completely cooked and it was soft and, well, doughy. At first I thought ‘oooh, cheese!’. I wasn’t that lucky.

What do you do in that situation? Send it back? I always thought that you should send back food to the kitchen because they’ll exact some horrific revenge upon you. You know, you hear horror stories of people sending back their steak because it wasn’t cooked properly and the chef/cook either spits on it or has sex with it. “Why yes, sir. The cook took a look at your steak and he said to trust him – it is well done now.”

After about 45 minutes of eating Angela and I tapped out, boxing up our trophies and headed home. It was a good night! Granted, I really don’t feel thin now…

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I couldn’t stop watching this, even though it was 7 minutes long. This is one of those sushi conveyor belts in Japan. The gaijin puts her camera on the plate and it begins its journey. The entire episode is strangely hypnotic and somewhat exciting. What will happen to the camera? Where will it go? Will one of those crazy asians try to eat it?

[youtube width=”365″ height=”264″]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=491A3Xecwxs[/youtube]

It reminded me of the opening of ‘Laverne & Shirley’ when they put the glove on the bottle of beer and it makes its way around.