Right. So today for lunch, D and I went to CPK (California Pizza Kitchen for those of you not akin to my abbreviations). She ordered her usual original chopped, and I ordered the Mediterranean salad. With extra sun-dried tomatoes. Simple enough. The food comes, and I immediately stab a hunk of feta cheese...and then spit it out. It was rancid. Like tasted and smelled moldy. Gross. I know. So the waiter comes back, and I'm like this cheese is moldy can I have a new salad with no cheese? And a new salad meaning like made fresh. He comes back with the manager who brings me my new salad and a side of feta. Um, what? Yeah. So he's like "oh well our feta is in the bryne so that's why it takes like that. Have you ever eaten it like that? I promise it's not moldy." Okay first of all, I know cheese. And maybe I am wrong, but feta should never smell moldy. But like I said I could be wrong. Secondly, please don't talk to me like I am an idiot. It's a chain restaurant. Not a Michelin 5-star. Thirdly, just say you apologize but you use strong cheese. Don't try and convince me I want to eat it AFTER I already told you no. And lastly, comp the meal or offer a free app or dessert. I mean really. Have you never seen Kitchen Nightmares?
Anywho, songs I downloaded recently that I can't stop listening to:
-So What, P!NK
-A-Punk, Vampire Weekend
-Get Back, Demi Lovato (I had to involve Disney somehow)
-Just Dance, Lady GaGa
Tomorrow is Basil's first vet visit. I am slightly nervous. He has been pretty aggressive the last few days. I need to start using the water spray bottle. Oh Bas.
NOW BBQ and then out with Mike, Alex, and Karla on Saturday.
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