Last night Waffle Lady and I walked around Fells Point and had dinner at one of those restaurants that has a great location but changes hands every couple of years because no one can seem to make it work. It’s weird – I think every town has one of those. The place has a raw bar, and at first I was amused to see the disclaimer on the bottom of the menu about consumption of raw goods increasing the risk of food-borne illness. I had a little moment of smugness about not eating that stuff, followed by several hours of paranoia about cross contamination. Living with a food safety person has not exactly eased that particular segment of my neuroses. I came home feeling a little queasy, but I am fairly certain that was from the two enormous caffeinated sodas I drank, not the itinerant clam microbes.
It was fun to have some time to chat with Waffle Lady. She is a good soul.
