The Fro-yo Incident

It's the second day in a row that B, Power Womon, Bird Killer and I all had lunch together. This time we all met at Simply Thai for some bomb-diggity Simply Thai Noodles.

B and I were surprised that the PW even wanted to go to Thai, everyone knows that the Power Womon only eats small amounts of meat and fruit from places like Red Robin. But she agreed to go, and even drove us there. It was a big step for PW, and we were proud.

B and I are always trying to encourage PW to try new foods. Today, she ordered the chicken and pineapple fried rice (note: meat and fruit), and when it arrived, she spent a good 5 minutes moving all the ingredients around on the plate, sifting through the vegetables, rice and egg for those bits of meat and fruit. She looked at a sweat pea pod and asked:

"What is this, edamame?"
B said, "No, it's a pea pod - try it, you'll like it."

PW cautiously licked the side of the pod, carefully bit it in two, chewed, chewed, and then proclaimed: "It tastes like dirt."

"What's this?"
"It's fried egg - try it, you'll like it." I said. She put it in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. After a few seconds she said, "Oh, delicious, crunchy egg." Obviously, PW is not an egg fan either.

Well, you can't blame us for trying.

Still, PW managed to make a big dent in her fried rice. B an I both felt pride - we were helping her expand her culinary horizons, but when the waitress came to box up PW's half-eaten dish, her shame was revealed... lying under her plate, smooshed into the placemat were bits of discarded vegetables and egg. I suspect she asked for a box just so she could secretly throw the rest of it away when she got back to her underground lair.

Afterwards, we shook off the BK and went to ceFiore for some fro-yo where we saw a couple having a ginormous fight over something about how he laughed at her when she was trying to order her fro-yo.

The fight spilled out into the parking lot: she chucked her cup of fro-yo at him, tried to slam the door of his Chrysler Sebring on him, and then marched off across the parking lot while he ran after her screaming "WHY?"

Really, why waste all that delicious fro-yo for a guy who drives such a lame car?

Food: 5/5, though if PW were scoring this, she would rate it a fake 5/5 (we're onto you, PW)

Atmosphere: 3/5 (minus points for the BK tagging along everywhere we go lately)

Good times: 4/5 (minus one point for and a wasted fro-yo lying on the sidewalk)

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