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slumberThe family and a friend of the Belgian brother went to have dinner at Cibo, which is this Italian cafe bar with good food with Asian-sized servings and American-sized prices, but that's okay, because the brother was craving and since he's leaving it's sort of like the third-to-the-last meal thing. Mom indulges.
After Cibo we walked around: mom, dad, and biological brother to the shops and me, other brother and his friend to the bookstore. Every time I go near Fully Booked I get nauseous already, for other reasons, but hey, I like their books still. A few minutes later, the family met up again for dessert at Bizu, and we ordered these:
The Samba for my brother.
The Baba for my other brother and his friend.
The Charlotte for me.
Naturally, as it was our first time there, we had to take a bite of each cake. :| The Samba is milk and dark chocolate covered entirely in rich chocolate icing, the Baba is caramel and chocolate in that same dark chocolate icing, and the Charlotte is berry-topped soft-white-chocolate-and-chocolate-filled white chocolate and it's just. Delectable. Decadent. Rich, gorgeous, brilliant chocolate.
They're even pretty being devoured.
Now, I'm a girl with a sweet tooth, but I've also just recently eaten some Linguine diValentino, which is Italian for Very Heavy (And Creamy) Pasta, so there really wasn't that much room for dessert, let alone all of that gorgeous cake that I got. No one was willing to help me, though, and because I was raised to finish everything on my plate (like a good little girl), I took some time to get everything down.
Normally after eating so much, the family would walk off the food, but for some reason they wanted to go home so soon, SO WE DID, and I climbed in the back and, for the one-hour ride back home, tried to focus very much on not throwing up the food I'd just eaten. (Although really, it was Very Good Cake and I tried remembering how fucking awesome it tasted instead of how bad my stomach churned and turned in time with the wheels of our van. :| It was that good, or perhaps I've been deprived of chocolate for so long.)
When we finally got home, I WAS STILL feeling slightly sick, and walked up and down the corridor to get rid of the feeling. So yay, I did not throw up the food. (Everything for me starts as soon as I take the first step, see, and this is how people psychologically start the disorder. You binge and then throw up, and then you throw up only when you've binged, and then before you know it, you can never keep anything down anymore. That's what happened to my friend.) Have never eaten so much goodness in my life before, mm.
There were a few books in Fully Booked that caught my eye (Are any of Stephen Fry's novels as funny as they promise to be?) and a lot more cakes left in Bizu (their tarts look divine) so one day I shall return.
And this time, I'm skipping dinner.
After Cibo we walked around: mom, dad, and biological brother to the shops and me, other brother and his friend to the bookstore. Every time I go near Fully Booked I get nauseous already, for other reasons, but hey, I like their books still. A few minutes later, the family met up again for dessert at Bizu, and we ordered these:
The Samba for my brother.
The Baba for my other brother and his friend.
The Charlotte for me.
Naturally, as it was our first time there, we had to take a bite of each cake. :| The Samba is milk and dark chocolate covered entirely in rich chocolate icing, the Baba is caramel and chocolate in that same dark chocolate icing, and the Charlotte is berry-topped soft-white-chocolate-and-chocolate-filled white chocolate and it's just. Delectable. Decadent. Rich, gorgeous, brilliant chocolate.
They're even pretty being devoured.
Now, I'm a girl with a sweet tooth, but I've also just recently eaten some Linguine diValentino, which is Italian for Very Heavy (And Creamy) Pasta, so there really wasn't that much room for dessert, let alone all of that gorgeous cake that I got. No one was willing to help me, though, and because I was raised to finish everything on my plate (like a good little girl), I took some time to get everything down.
Normally after eating so much, the family would walk off the food, but for some reason they wanted to go home so soon, SO WE DID, and I climbed in the back and, for the one-hour ride back home, tried to focus very much on not throwing up the food I'd just eaten. (Although really, it was Very Good Cake and I tried remembering how fucking awesome it tasted instead of how bad my stomach churned and turned in time with the wheels of our van. :| It was that good, or perhaps I've been deprived of chocolate for so long.)
When we finally got home, I WAS STILL feeling slightly sick, and walked up and down the corridor to get rid of the feeling. So yay, I did not throw up the food. (Everything for me starts as soon as I take the first step, see, and this is how people psychologically start the disorder. You binge and then throw up, and then you throw up only when you've binged, and then before you know it, you can never keep anything down anymore. That's what happened to my friend.) Have never eaten so much goodness in my life before, mm.
There were a few books in Fully Booked that caught my eye (Are any of Stephen Fry's novels as funny as they promise to be?) and a lot more cakes left in Bizu (their tarts look divine) so one day I shall return.
And this time, I'm skipping dinner.
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Date: 2006-06-02 01:27 pm (UTC)AND THEN WRITE ME ADRIAN/HUGO FANFICTION PLZ OKAY I WILL PAY YOU.Only I re-read it recently and discovered that it wasn't as funny as the first tme because when I first read it I was reading it aloud to my sister, who laughs at anything. So read it, but aloud. To yourself. Anyway, it's still brilliant.
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Date: 2006-06-03 03:02 am (UTC)I'll even read it with a British accent. :|
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Date: 2006-06-02 12:18 pm (UTC)at the same time. :D
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