fatter and fatter.

ethiopian food?
so many blops of mushy magic for my F*ing face, neighbors.
yeah!!!!
i love it,
and i've missed it this past year, what with no trips to minneapolis
on the menu from now until forever and ever after.
so,
i needed an infusion of reds, yellows, and greens,
with that fluffy diapery injera hottness to hold onto, too.
friends,
that's where the new doo-doo buttery blarpity blop spot comes into play-
lalibela,
in the depths of downtown new haven,
has got it going ON.
now,
when it comes to a barbarian battle-beastly binge-eating brouhaha?
duders,
for like, 11 bucks,
it's an all-you-can-eat buffet of brutality.
check the teleport:

c'mon!!
green blops, green blops with potatoes an' sh!t, yellow blops,
red blops, brown blops, red blops with chunks,
rice, and rolled hunks of teff-based untensil-style bread blops!!!!
so expert, so good, so filling, so fresh.
the only thing that could improve upon it?
yeah.
dessert.
so,
i drove a while, way up into cheshire, several towns over,
picked up my daughter, maple.....
harvest was at a track meet, busy being athletic or something-
and we had a repeat performance of emergency tofutti!!!

yeah!!
the thing is,
i had to drop her off almost immediately,
because mr. & mrs. dealy, my duders from l.a.,
we're sliding into town,
and we had limited time to squeeze in some hangs...
so,
we slid into one of the most elite spots in the area,
one where i'm known and loved, even,
and where i can get the goods in full-blown italian activational style.
yuuuuuuuuuuuup.
pepe's world famous brick oven pizzeria.
you know what i'm about.
check the pizza-pie-type-teleport:

mmmmmmmmhmmmmm.
good people,
good food,
good times,
and all of it,
all for me,
all before five p.m.
too much is the right amount, kids.
hell,
i baked a flippin' cake when i got back to my folks' place.
that's no joke.
choppin' cherries, and melting chocolate,
and dying from overindulgence and indigestion.
i know how to make the time pass, don't i?
yeah;
never quiet, never soft.....