After a week of insanely delicious meat, the hubby decides that he needs a break from it all and suggests that we try the local organic vegetarian restaurant. The name of the place is Bio and it's pronounced B-O. Wait, isn't B.O. a bad thing? And why would I want to eat somewhere that's named B.O.? Well, I guess I really love my hippie hubby because I play along.
As we stroll there, there is a light rain which adds to the ambience. The restaurant itself is very quaint and romantic. There are pretty flowers on the table as well as a nice soundtrack of Coldplay in the background. We order a couple of dishes and some jugo (juice) and a milkshake. Hey, maybe I was wrong about this place...it's actually really cool!
Just as things seem to be going well, the rain turns into a torriential downpour. The entire corner where the restaurant is located is turned into a miniture lake. A leak springs above us and water comes pouring in next to the hubby. We have to move tables just to avoid the drips. Just as this is happening, Coldplay finishes up and some freaky loud chanting music comes on. Then they bring out our dishes and if it were on the floor, I'd be doing the Palermo hop. And, to top off my dish, there are some flower petals...hey, aren't these the same flowers that are on the table as decoration? Well, we eat the organic vegetarian meal and the hubby complains that he's not full. I suggest he eat the flowers in the vase as well. Oh, did I mention my milkshake was sesame ginger? Um, not a good combo.
We get the check, and it costs about twice as much as our insane 10 pounds of meat parrilla completo meal.
Oh, and the fun doesn't stop there. The next morning, both of us have the emergencia numero dos that we've been trying so hard to avoid. Greeeeeeat.
Tomorrow night: meat for dinner.
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