- Just so you know, Team Grrr is a Team, which Grrrs. It’s one of my things. I’ve got the T-shirt. Anyhow, you’ll learn a bit more about this later on.
Just for now, take it as read that Team Grrr is a team consisting of a membership of one. Which is me.
Ok? Right, moving on then.
On our arrival there, kvetch stylishly discharged his serfy duties (as he nearly always does) and sushi’d me in considerable splendour.
As indeed you are about to see.
- This is what we had.
[cue inspirational escalating foodal musicfest]
- kvetch had the beef teryaki.
scrummed up suffered my way through the sushi torture that is jo moriwase.
Some dessert felt left out, and wanted to involve itself in the proceedings. So, you know, a bit of banoffi pie snuck in. All by itself. As it does.
Um, well, that banoffi pie was certainly involved. Until somebody ate it.
Gee, how’d that happen.
Our bellies stuffed full of goodness, I marched Team Grrr home.
- (or at least, you know, like, “marched” in the sense of “took a taxi“)
- This is me, heading up Team Grrr.
And thus endeth the droolfest for 19 April 2009.
See you at the next one. :)