No pauses. Work, then a spin down to Chicago for a couple of nights. Traffic. Three double espressos today and still, all I can think of is sleep.
A good meal – I stay awake for that. Il Fiasco, just around the corner. Yes, that is the name and yes, it is good.
A blur of black and white tiles and black and white clothed waiters. A bite of this, of that. Mmm, tasty. Mmmm, sleepy. Poached pears and gorgonzola soufflé. Nice. Staying awake now, for that last bite of chocolate smething or other.
Il Fiasco waitstaff
poached pears, gorgonzola soufflé