De train, de chips, den de bar

On the train in to work, a marged potato roll with a daub of the pistachio creme rescued from Louisa's last apartment relocation (and concomitant fridge purge). And water from my mildewy Nalgene, damn the thing. At work, around noon, a potato roll with just a smear of red pepper hummus. Before then, a full bottle of water; another in the afternoon. At home after 6, corn chips with cheese (really, cheez) and salsa, and diet Coke. Some of which, MOST of which, ended up on the floor, don't ask me how. Dinner at Dbar with my favorite Croatian, she coming straight from work at the Bend Factory. The appetizer we shared, a platter of steamed asparagus and sauteed escargots in a garlic butter sauce. I had a gin and tonic; nothing new there. Entree was, hers, sea scallops over cumin-carrot risotto, with a pea-mint sauce. Entree was, me, chicken-under-a-brick: crispy skin and well-seasoned, with mashed potatoes and a Madeira jus. We shared the plates between us, and a plate of fiddlehead ferns and another of rosemary-spiced fries with aioli or ketchup, besides. For dessert, we had a banana creme tart and a crème brûlée with fresh berries, shared again. I also had a diet and, with dessert, a glass of Belle de Brillet pear cognac. We greatly enjoyed the Tuesday Showtunes program.