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Second Half Of The Day
The second half of yesterday did not finish with the roaring success I had hoped it would. In support of the whole idea that perhaps your friends do keep you fat, our good friend Brandon hit me up on gchat late yesterday afternoon to ask if my boyfriend and I were back from our vacation to Puerto Rico and if so, whether we’d like to go to Baden Baden for dinner since he had a serious craving.
Oh, fuck me. Baden Baden is good. As in, you may think fried chicken belongs to Southerners and Korean food can be odd and foreign but then Baden Baden comes along and makes you realize everything you’ve ever believed is completely wrong.
The restaurant is known for its perfectly double-fried chicken, cozy “German bar” ambiance and lots of delicious, tasty treats to go with all the beer you’re pulling back.
Here’s what I had:
4 hot wings (sigggggh, wings are my Achilles’ heel completely and thoroughly but in the face of TWELVE of these delicious suckers, I’m glad I held myself to four)
Tofu with kim chi and bits of pork
Pitcher of Stella split three ways (probably had about 1 and a 1/2 pints or so)
I consider it a roaring success I did not order a plate of the famous Baden Baden chicken with a heaping side of fries and eat it all by myself right then and there.
Before we went to the restaurant, Brandon stopped at our apartment and we had an apertif of sorts. The boys had beer, I made myself a rum and diet coke. I also ate a small piece of Ghiradelli’s 60% dark chocolate. So, at least I’m trying somewhat to remember my rules. Hopefully, I can get through this upcoming weekend without too many battle scars.
