Today was bad. Moose hit a new low in terms of growing older and not able to do things he used to do, I was dealing with caffeine withdrawal, with the attendant headache and general blah that comes, traffic sucked... just a general bummer of a day. But then...
Found a new restaurant on GrubHub (Alameda Brewhouse). I order their soup and a Reuben, Roger ordered a Salmon BLT. Everything we got was incredibly good tasting - the Whiskey Crab Bisque was rich and thick, the Reuben was thick enough to remind me of east coast delis, with bacon sauerkraut and housemade potato chips that were crunchy and salty and perfect. Roger's sandwich was good enough that he had a hard time saving a little for Moose, and considering that it had two out of three of Moose's perfect foods (salmon and bacon), it's a good thing he managed to. Everything was perfect, even the sourdough bread that came with the soup. But mostly, it was just that everything was comforting. It was a spiky kind of day, and the food just sort of smoothed out the edges and made the world livable again. You can't ask for more than that from a meal.
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