Decided to visit Gisella’s tonight, a mainly Italian restaurant that does Brazilian night on Mondays. Downtown is properly foggy tonight, and that, combined with my fatigue, hunger, and general bamboozledness, contributed to me speeding past a cop, jumping the queue at an all-way-stop and nearly running over a jogger. Ho hum. En route to Gisella’s I spotted a place called IHOP - International House Of Pancakes - wow! Must try that on a day when my lunch didn’t consist entirely of flour, cheese and egg… Made it to Gisellas, glanced through the door and was terrified to see two samba queens going at it full tilt to some very loud music. This is not the Brazil of bossa nova, the Girl Fom Ipanema, but the Brazil of Rio de Janeiro, carnaval, etc… As a rule I am not in favour of naked or nearly-naked women except on a 1-to-1 basis… And especially not in the 5th consecutive week of relative solitude IYSWIM. I’ve ended up in Carlitos Café Y Cantina once again wishing I either had the guts to stick to the Carter Diet,or the stomach for US portions….

I never liked Mexican food, having formed the opinion it was always pink or brown mush wrapped in a tortilla of some kind, but this close to Mexico it’s rather good, actually made of food… Oo and más que nada just started…

PostScript: Well, that food and service was a dozen times better than Left At Alburquerque, and only 50% more expensive… the portions were still huge though. I have a Beef Hangover today.