I’m conflicted about this since I’d prefer my sushi made and delivered by hand, but the technology in this restaurant is really cool. Well, except for the remote managers keeping a watchful eye over everything via camera, that’s kind of creepy.
After “Please come to my superhero-themed fancy dress wedding” the most distressing leisure time proposition in the English language has to be: “Fancy a lovely picnic?” No, I don’t. Picnics are never lovely. Picnics are where lunch goes to die.
For the record, I think picnics are lovely, but this was too funny not to repost.
Happy Thanksgiving everybody! I hope you’re all having an great one.
In addition to being a time of thanks and reflection, Thanksgiving is also my (almost) annual baking of the pies. While I was worrying over this year’s crusts, I wondered if my pies were getting better or worse through the years. So, while they were in the oven, I dug up some old pie pictures. Here are the results…