When we aren’t sure what we feel like eating for lunch, I sometimes whip out my book of discounts. I still call it the Dine-A-Mate book even though the name is now “Entertainment ’09” I call audiobooks “books on tape”. I am old school like that. My daughter, who greatly enjoys making fun of my oldness anytime I slip and say “book-on-tape”, was flabbergasted when I acquired an actual book on cassette tape via a winning eBay bid.
But on to the task at hand: a review of lunch at Mr. Wilson’s.
It was mighty difficult for me to walk past Sitar on a lunch buffet day to enter the doors of Mr. Wilson’s. I probably asked Misty several times: “are you sure you don’t want tikka masala???”