Lunch yesterday at Dolci & Joes with my lovely friend Jana.
I wanted to like Dolci & Joes. I really did. Jesus quotes posted all over the walls aside, I’d heard positive things about the food.
The reality? It was just… meh.
“I’m a nightmare to dine with,” was my disclaimer in an email to Carly when I filled her in on lunch because, well, it’s true. I have to dissect what is right and wrong about everything. I’m like the awful guy Samantha tried to makeover and then date on Sex & the City - the Turtle. The guy who spent five minutes trying to figure out what kind of mushrooms he was eating. “Are these porcinis?”
Instead of complaining about why the tomato basil soup was way more like cream flavored with tomato and why the avocado on my sandwich should have been green instead of brown mush, I’ll just say this: it’s better than Subway.
Do with that what you will.
My dining companion, however, was fabulous.
