(Amber was lamenting last weekend about how saddened she was by the recent dearth of iPhone pictures posted by me. So I promised to post one today. You are very welcome, Amber!)
My husband and I recently went out to dinner at a moderately popular pizza place in Songtan. The place has an “artisan pizza” vibe, with prices to match. I ordered the “rucola” pizza (mostly because I like arugula and correctly suspected “rucola” was a covert name) and “fresh squeezed lemonade.” When my drink arrived, I quickly realized that my lemonade was actually a cocktail of 7-UP and pure lemon juice. Thus, despite its beautiful lines and nice, fat straws, it was, sadly, undrinkable.
Fortunately, the pizza was much better.