Last night husband took me out for dinner to one of my favorite places. It's no secret that the Cuban sandwich special at Black Dog Smoke & Ale House tops my list of culinary delights. I've decided that there are three stages of the meal.
Stage 1: Holy cow does this look good! My mouth has been watering for the entire 25 minute wait in anticipation of this moment. I'm going to eat the WHOLE thing.
Stage 2: Oh my gosh, I'm so full I think I'm going to explode. I am seriously full up to my gullet, but I cannot leave these last three bites just sitting here. It would be a disgrace to this fine sandwich. Must. Push. Through.
Stage 3: (mouth so full from last bite that you can barely understand a word) Mmmmm, soooo good. Can't breathe. Sorry fries, not a chance.
Stage 4 of the process is worth noting... passed out on couch less than 45 minutes later...
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