Anyhow, the title clearly has some reference to this post. See:
Breakf at trattoria!
Mine:
the omelette was yummy enough, but the danish pastries at the side.. meh.Seriously, I got a shock when I bit into the baby *french accent!!* croissant. If you've ever read books or watched a show like Adamms Family(what's it called again? Addams Family? Lolzzz lazy to google it) where there are creepy kids who love weird stuff, you'll find them eating this.
Honestly, it was the grossest thing ever. Kind of like rubber-infused play doh-esque pastry. Except edible. If you ever head to Trattoria at Somerset 313 for breakf, do not. Try. This. I'm doing you a favour telling you early! heheh
Honestly, it was the grossest thing ever. Kind of like rubber-infused play doh-esque pastry. Except edible. If you ever head to Trattoria at Somerset 313 for breakf, do not. Try. This. I'm doing you a favour telling you early! heheh
Last pic! Kelly:
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I haven't blogged about her of late, but I have my reasons. She can no longer walk cos of arthritis, and all she does is lie in the same spot the entire day until I carry her up and make her walk. It's awful seeing the progression of arthritis, and I would kill to have her recover. Also, the vet wasn't much of a help either boooo. She just sort of poked and prodded at Kelly's legs, tsk-ed a little and washed her wounds with saline.Helpful much.
Okay this is depressing. I'll be back soon and hopefully in better spirits!
