Last night, I surprised Jason by taking him out for a decadent, three-hour dining extravaganza for his birthday. A foodie's dream meal.
All I can say this morning is: DAMN YOU MICHEL RICHARD! Damn you and your inventive and whimsical take on contemporary French cuisine! Damn you and your amazing nine-course tasting menu with the foie gras and the lobster and the three goddamn dessert courses! Damn you for the free birthday sorbet you sent out for Jason, because clearly, we had NOT HAD ENOUGH FOOD.
Damn you and all that to hell!
So yeah. Dinner was awesome, but my belly button popped out on the ride home.
It's not a full outie yet, but it's close, and one more pudding cup may push it over the edge.
Jason thinks it's cute. I think he can go to hell too.