day jöërb, food
This is one of those days where I feel like I should be getting Eating Disorder Hazard Pay for my job.
Singaporean cafes. One after the next, interrupted mostly by Midwestern interstate diners, the sort where you can buy a fresh cinnamon roll the size of a throw pillow.
I would sell you all out to the Greys for a decent bowl of curry noodles right about now.