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good thing i love the smell of patchouli.  i dropped my vial and it smashed all over my bathroom sink.  the cats are hiding.  the cave smells wonderful.  happiness is a double edged sword.

only three more meals in my favorite restaurant until it up and moves to bigger digs.  it currently resides in an historic 1924 sears and roebuck home.  so full of charm.  so tiny.  12 tables. eight parking spots. who cares.  and in honor of the move, carlos, the owner of the business took us on the grand tour.   it has a basement.  who'd a thunk it.  nothing has basements this close to the ocean, or so i thought.  creepy.  houses seven standard sized refrigerators since the stair well is too narrow for a walk-in cooler.  and then we went upstairs to their private dining room.  seats 24.  and there is a bedroom/office up there and a bath with the original claw foot tub.  how cool is that?  i've always loved the fireplace in the living room.  can i just move in now?

their new location has plenty of parking and is huge inside.  la's chef, gron, did a pirouette in the new kitchen because she could.  in the old kitchen, she can barely breath.  since we currently eat in what was the dining room, with the kitchen adjoining, nancy and i can kibbutz with gron. i had to ask carlos if we would be allowed in the new kitchen tucked out of sight to chatter.  he said yes.  happiness.  table for two in the kitchen please.