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Day 17, Saturday, September 6
Dinner: Baked sweet potato fries. Burnt, and I couldn’t even use ketchup to cover them up. Very bad.
The first Saturday of every month is Poetry Night at the Karmic Café. It’s this vegetarian restaurant down by the university, and it serves perhaps the worst food I’ve ever tasted. It’s not because it’s vegetarian—Cave Girl has no problem with that—but it’s just totally bland and either over- or undercooked, depending on what you order and whether there’s a full moon that night. Kidding. Sort of.
Jordan always gets two veggie burgers with extra onions and pickles so he can hide the taste and pretend they’re real hamburgers, and I always order the sweet potato fries. So far that’s the only semi-decent thing I’ve found on the menu.
But it doesn’t matter.
