A daddy blog.

17 April 2008

As You Stare Into the Vacuum of His Eyes

Fellow off the fatwagon tonight. The weather was just too nice and we pay too damned much in rent to not take advantage of one of the area's outdoor restaurants. The picture at right is from the rear garden of Nana's.

Clockwise from the top: Beef lo mein, deep fried spring rolls, pineapple fried rice, bizarrely contented muffin stuffed with a champeen crap cooling on stone countertop.

I had learned this while reporting amongst the open sewers of Accra: When you desperately need to enjoy a meal outside, you can totally overlook the a few fetid smells wafting through the air.