I am sick. My head feels like someone filled it full of wet sand-every possible cavity. My throat hurts and my chest is tight. I am exhausted, and I have to be at work, cause, well, its WORK. Wimps call in sick.
Anyhow, My husband has been made aware that he's letting me go to town at Menchie's (by the way, a new one is opening soon in Sherman Oaks on Ventura), but where do we go for an "I'm sick, dammit" dinner before?
Chanpon at Kyushu?
Chili my Soul?