This is a story about puke. It is all about puke. I wouldn’t read it if I were you, but it’s here.
I’ve been craving churros, chocolate ice cream, & hot chocolate from Hugo’s for weeks now, so we went there for dinner with Dan & Tara tonight. They’ve changed the items on the plato de vegetales & it is so lame now. Two of the things on it are sour & pungent to the point that they almost made me barf at the table. I ate around them, but then sat there with the plate in front of me for more than 10 minutes. Tara moved the plate to their side of the table & Dan had to smell it until the waiter finally came to clear dishes.
I wasn’t feeling great after that, but decided that I wanted those damn churros. They were really good & I left feeling only a little queasy. About 5 minutes after leaving, I had to use a barf bag. I managed to hold off until we got home then lost my entire dinner in the kitchen sink. Have I ever mentioned that the garbage disposal in that sink is broken? Yeah, that was fun.