Café de Nuit

Zettaijin wrote:It's just brown sauce, which I find unpalatable. Yet, it's been around longer than I have and will probably still be around after I die.

Probably a stupid question, but what's brown sauce?

Phrasing

My friends were trying to get me to come to a birthday party dressed up in female costume. Discussion went back and forth and eventually I exclaimed the following in exasperation:

HMB (heated): I like fun and games as much as everybody else but I can't come as a girl all the time.

One of my friends immediately raised his glass and said "And here's to the importance of context..."

The birthday party was somewhat unorthodox.

The hostess performed a burlesque with her favorite girlfriend. Cake was served off the hostess because it had been accidentally dropped.

The photographer was on rollerblades initially and then on absinthe later so the photos progressively became less coherent as the night went on.

I did go dressed as a lady but only from the neck up.

High Priest Mikhal wrote:Probably a stupid question, but what's brown sauce?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_sauce

HMB (heated): I like fun and games as much as everybody else but I can't come as a girl all the time.

Wow... if I hadn't just changed my sig, this would be in serious consideration....

Gonzoron of the FoS wrote:

High Priest Mikhal wrote:Probably a stupid question, but what's brown sauce?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_sauce

Oh, good lord! Anchovies as a potential ingredient? As if British food wasn't bad enough on its own? Then again they probably think the same thing of Utah's own gastronomic abomination, fry sauce. Both are definitely real life horror and madness in my book.

High Priest Mikhal wrote:Oh, good lord! Anchovies as a potential ingredient?

Not a Worcestershire Sauce fan? Or Caeser salad? In a sauce is really the only way anchovies become edible.

Gonzoron of the FoS wrote:

High Priest Mikhal wrote:Oh, good lord! Anchovies as a potential ingredient?

Not a Worcestershire Sauce fan? Or Caeser salad? In a sauce is really the only way anchovies become edible.

Not a fan of fish in general. Seafood of any kind makes me physically sick and plays all sorts of merry hell on my digestive system. It doesn't quite meet the clinical definition of an allergy, but I eat a couple shrimp (which I actually like) and my stomach's recreating the Civil War.

That's ok, I don't like Seafood at all. Don't think I've found any dish of it that I like thus far. xD

Day two of my new legal project. The orientation is very confusing. Everybody is confused. I am confused too but I feel confident I can camouflage safely in the general confusion

Fortunately this has not affected my mental faculties, nor have the humans around me suspected that I am actually an eggplant.

Just hope no one in the confusion reads this form! Otherwise you have been found out!

High Priest Mikhal wrote:

Gonzoron of the FoS wrote:

High Priest Mikhal wrote:Probably a stupid question, but what's brown sauce?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_sauce

Oh, good lord! Anchovies as a potential ingredient? As if British food wasn't bad enough on its own? Then again they probably think the same thing of Utah's own gastronomic abomination, fry sauce. Both are definitely real life horror and madness in my book.

OK, that's not quite what they have in Quebec. It's more like fairly light brown gravy from vegetable stock. Very runny and not thick - most of the time.

Pasta sauce, pepper sauce and just about any sauce you like can be used instead. Poutine is well known to have variants.

A real life horror summed up in two words: tax season.

Ha ha! Joke's on you. I got my taxes done a whole year ago so I don't have to worry.

HuManBing wrote:Ha ha! Joke's on you. I got my taxes done a whole year ago so I don't have to worry.

To quote the great philosopher Homer, "D'oh!"

An Inappropriate Response

Lyra was procrastinating on her homework.

Bing was cooking noodles. Nadia (Lyra's girlfriend) was watching TV.

Lyra (tormented): I have to stop procrastinating! Somebody make me sit down and do my homework.

Bing (sternly): Lyra! Sit down and do your goddam homework!

Lyra (suddenly pettish and loud): Make me.

Bing slaps down his chopsticks and darts around the countertop towards Lyra, facial expression inscrutable but clear murder in his eyes.

Lyra (pianissimo): ...oh dear god... (runs back to laptop and sits down hastily)

Bing returns to cooking noodles.

Lyra: That was pretty goddam scary, I'm not gonna lie.

Nadia (without looking away from the TV): Yeah, but arousing. Right?

Bing and Lyra stop what they're doing momentarily.

Nadia (looking around earnestly for approval): ...right guys?

Bing wordlessly takes his noodles out onto the balcony to eat outside.

Nadia: