at least we can just buy a costco size bottle of geritol and hang the expense

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Jeff: Did you want to grab dinner now?
Me: I can... but I'm not in a rush, are you? And actually, my stomach hurts.
Jeff: No. I'm actually not hungry yet. And I have a pretty bad headache. Do you have Advil?
Me: Yup. And, okay, cool. Let's wait then.
Jeff: Cool. Um. But I might fall asleep here...
Me: You know. I'm wiped out too, want to just take a nap first?
Jeff: God yes.

If he wouldn't have kicked my ass for it, I would have snapped a picture of Jeff napping with a bag of frozen edamame on his head. That or when he was using my boo boo buddy, which he found so soothing he couldn't even complain about its lacking in the butch department.

Eventually we trolled around Phinney trying to compensate for our mutual indecisiveness. We tried The Santa Fe Cafe and it was really disappointing high-end Mexican. It had a very inventive menu, although I'm not a fan of blue corn tortillas and they clearly were. We got a starter of guacamole and salsa which was okay. I liked the salsa but the guacamole was a little bland and Jeff was disappointed by the lack of homemade tortilla chips. (They were a little like Tostitos.)

Jeff got the vegetarian tamales which came with a salad, and both weren't terrible, but weren't good either. I got the chicken tortilla soup which I liked less and less as I ate it. It had big chunks of rawish tomatoes and onions and the flavor was sorta meh. It also was topped with red and blue corn tortilla strips which I don't like. I wasn't especially hungry which made it worse, I think. I had a few bites of its bland broth.

The best part of the meal was actually this hunk of blue cheese and French bread served bizarrely along with my soup. It was the creamiest blue I've ever had. Not too sharp and the soft French bread was really excellent. So not a total miss. Oh, and Jeff had a pretty fantastic house margarita. And their service was pretty flawless. Very friendly. Water glasses always filled. But, unfortunately, when the food is such a miss--you're not going to return.

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But, unfortunately, when the food is such a miss--you're not going to return.

No, you're not. And it's really unfortunate how many places fail to grasp that.

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Agreed --I hate going to a place and forking out good money for something I know I could have prepared better!

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That really is the worst, because then you feel like you've been duped! Not a good way to entice customers to return.

And desserts are even worse than entrees in that respect. I've mostly given up on ordering pie, for example. It's almost always a disappointment.

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Totally! And I don't order pie much out, but a place had better live up to its reputation on a dessert or I hate them a little!

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Me too!

Sometimes when I really want dessert but I don't know how good a particular restaurant's desserts are, I'll just order their goopy chocolate thing (because all restaurants have a goopy chocolate thing, and it's hard to go wrong with goopy chocolate).

But if they *do* manage to screw it up somehow, I get really annoyed!

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Absolutely--most places can at least turn up a good goopy chocolate thing!