Today however, was mission accomplished. I took Kathiey's advice and got a double.
It was delicious!
In my mind there are three sandwiches that are meant to be on white bread. Meant to be like a commandment handed down by God.
I love meatloaf, perhaps because my mother's was excellent. Part of the joy of having meatloaf was leftovers for sandwiches. White bread, mayo, slab of onion, thick slice of meatloaf, and a wee sprinkling of salt. My mouth is watering. I have an excellent turkey meatloaf recipe from Picnix Bistro, a restaurant in San Francisco that's probably long gone now. Send me an email if you'd like to try it.
In other news, I had my haircut today. I know. Quick, call the BBC.
Got there a bit early so I took a stroll down Trinity and hung a right on Watts. It was so charming. Sounds of children playing in the park, cute craftsman bungalows with big deep porches and gardens spilling out onto the crumbling jagged sidewalk.
Then, a nice surprise, CP called and suggested dinner. I met her at the Wooden Nickel and had the best fish and chips I've had in a long time. Afterward, up the street for Margarita pie at Gulf Rim, where a cute tow-headed girl at the next table spit water on my feet and then shared her Play-Doh.
It was a good day.