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This morning after visiting the bank I went to a new restaurant on Corydon Avenue called The Falafel Place, which is the third location of what's becoming a chain here in Winnipeg. They have quite a varied menu, but since it was my first time there I went with simplicity: two falafal pitas and an order of yam fries. It was only their second day open, and the place was absolutely packed, but the service was polite and attentive, even though I was just there for take-out. The stuff on the grill looked and smelled delectable.
Pitas and fries safely packed away in my reusable grocery bag, I walked up to Pharma Plus to pick up some medication, coffee, cream, and potato chips (see? I have my priorities straight!). The entire time I was enveloped in the light but delicious scent of the food I was carrying, which fortunately did not make my empty stomach growl audibly.
When I got home George and I tore into the pitas, and they were were delicious; they only had falafel balls and lettuce with dressing inside, though, so if I order them again I'll ask for some diced tomato to be added to the mix. Next time up I'm more likely to try their bison pita, since I'm rather fond of that kind of meat.
I need to talk to the folks at MTS about paying my phone bill on Monday but can't get through: the recorded message says they're "experiencing higher than average call volumes", so I can't even get in to be put on hold. Ah well, I'll just have to try again later.
Off to work on comics.
This morning after visiting the bank I went to a new restaurant on Corydon Avenue called The Falafel Place, which is the third location of what's becoming a chain here in Winnipeg. They have quite a varied menu, but since it was my first time there I went with simplicity: two falafal pitas and an order of yam fries. It was only their second day open, and the place was absolutely packed, but the service was polite and attentive, even though I was just there for take-out. The stuff on the grill looked and smelled delectable.
Pitas and fries safely packed away in my reusable grocery bag, I walked up to Pharma Plus to pick up some medication, coffee, cream, and potato chips (see? I have my priorities straight!). The entire time I was enveloped in the light but delicious scent of the food I was carrying, which fortunately did not make my empty stomach growl audibly.
When I got home George and I tore into the pitas, and they were were delicious; they only had falafel balls and lettuce with dressing inside, though, so if I order them again I'll ask for some diced tomato to be added to the mix. Next time up I'm more likely to try their bison pita, since I'm rather fond of that kind of meat.
I need to talk to the folks at MTS about paying my phone bill on Monday but can't get through: the recorded message says they're "experiencing higher than average call volumes", so I can't even get in to be put on hold. Ah well, I'll just have to try again later.
Off to work on comics.
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