I would like to note that their soup is really, really, really good. And served in bowls approximately the size of the cross-section of my body containing my stomach. Now, admittedly, I am not in possession of very large cross-sections, but even so.
Other notes:
Speaking of mode violations: I witnessed a commercial the other day for a hotel chain. It was riffing off "Wouldn't it be loverly". ("All I want is a room somewhere.") The singers had perfect diction. I would like to register a complaint with the management.
The Bast statue is dry; I need to bake it done. I am fretting vaguely about incluing on worldbuilding stuff in the section I finished yesterday, but
And on the way home, I saw a red door (and I had it painted black).
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(Well, ok, there was a bit of the adventuring that didn't come from that sort of thing, but instead came from the fact that the Tobin Bridge was apparently closed to traffic without detour signs being placed.)
The fried rice at Pho Pasteur is really good, as well. Not quite the really really really good of the soup, but still quite good. And much easier to take the leftovers home.
Oh, and we also stopped at Tosci's on the way back to the car, and I had peach sorbet and honey vanilla ice cream.