I did it last night.
I caved in.
I had to, I just couldn't take it anymore. After yet another night out on the town desperately trying to listen, ears straining to hear one familiar word but not understanding jack SQUAT, it was the only thing I could think of that would soak up all the wine and put a smile on my face.
I threw all my principles out the window last night and ordered one giant, delicious ROYALE WITH CHEEEEEESE PLEEEEEEASE. Reeeeal, faaaake cheeeeezy deliciousness melting in my mouth with reeeal, faaaake pomme frites, drenched in reeeal faaaake ketchup.
I almost cried it was THAT GOOD.
I love you wild boar saucisson, canard confit and haricot verts, but sometimes a girl just needs to get her quarter pounder on.
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