Salty fries and fruit bar

After a bit of deliberation and lots of wrangling to get our lazy and exhausted (mine was in pain too) selves out of bed, Jon and I headed over to Frjtz for a quick meal before our movie. Jon had never been before, I had some good meals there, and it was on our way to the theater.

I ordered the Miro crepe—olive tapenade, cured ham, and tomatoes—with an Orangina and we shared a large order of fries with the Thai chili and pesto mayo sauces. The second I bit into my crepe, I knew I made a mistake. The crepe was much too salty. Olives and cured ham? It was a recipe for a dried-out tongue. The fries seemed over salted as well, although they were very crisp. I gave the fries a wipe on my napkin before dunking them in the sauces and then into my mouth. Jon gave me a disapproving and curious look. I should have ordered a salad. What was I thinking? Apparently, I wasn’t.

My Orangina was wonderfully, life-savingly refreshing though. I wished they came in gallon-sized containers. I would have drank all that salt residue away.

After the meal, I wanted something fruity and sweet to cleanse my palate. I bought a Dreyer’s fruit bar from the little store on Hayes and felt silly for doing so since I have a box of those same popsicles in my freezer. We walked to the theater, amongst the evening opera crowd and cool weather, as I ate my popsicle. Jon said a man who walked pass us gave me a look. I think he wanted a lick of my popsicle too.