Poor me

[madbaker]

I went to Bix for dinner last night with a cow-orker and a broker. The guy is actually fairly personable. Dinner, of course, was lovely. Foie gras... steak with porcini mushrooms... Bananas Foster... the broker had the chicken hash, on my (via the fuzzy upstairs neighbor) recommendation, and enjoyed it immensely.

I passed on the dessert port that the other two ordered. It sounded good, but I knew that the sugar would keep me up all night. Instead, I slept well. I'm still full, though, and not eating breakfast.