This afternoon, Wife and I decided to go out and get some lunch. We left our apartment planning on getting something rather mundane (probably a hamburger). When we walked outside, we remembered that just down the street our community is holding an international food festival this weekend. As far as I could see (about 20 blocks), the streets were filled with food booths and thousands upon thousands of hungry people. The food booths were made up of not only the typical carnival type food, but also each of the local restaurants had their own booths where the masses could sample their culinary masterpieces (side rant: the street is filled with carnival booths selling fried oreos and other junk and the best restaurants selling plates of their best dishes for the same price. Why were the lines for the carnival junk huge while the lines for the excellent local restaurants much shorter? The good local cuisine was actually cheaper than the carnival junk).
Our initial plan to go out and grab a burger was kicked to the curb. Instead, we walked up the street and began our progressive lunch. We began up the street at a local Indonesian restaurant where we shared a plate full of assorted appetizers. Up about a fifteen blocks we stopped for some French cuisine where we shared a savory crepe (we learned that pregnant wife likes - really, really likes - crepes). We completed our feast with a plate of tandoori chicken with the best piece of naan that I have ever had. Our lunch was absolutely delicious. Shockingly, the grand total that we spent on our feast was a mere eight bucks.
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