Of whoopie pies and office things

Lunch today was Le Relais de Venise, where Ms. F and I go when we're (i) really really hungry, (ii) really really grumpy, or (iii) really really want to eat fries covered in mysterious French sauce. Today I was (ii) while Ms. F was (iii). There was a mustard pot on our table today, which contained excellent mustard. Excellent on the fries, excellent on the steak. We have never been given the mustard pot before, which (we now realize) is a tragedy. The mustard made me happy.

Ms. F and I refer to Le Relais de Venise as "Steak Frites." We have our own names for pretty much every restaurant we go to. Le Pain Quotidien is "Le Petit Bonbon" or "PQ." Katsuhama is "Katsu" and Hawaiian Island Grill is "That Place With Really Good Empanadas."

After lunch, we saw the Street Sweets Truck and were drawn by the powerful magnetism emitted by whoopie pies. We each got a pumpkin whoopie pie.

See?



Then, we returned to the office. I asked Ms. F to take a photo of her whoopie pie so I could post it here. She sent me the one above. Then she sent me



Followed by



And then



And finally



Definitely less grumpy now.