Daisy Bateman

One Flu Over the Tempura’s Nest

That’s right, once again I am depriving you fried, crispy (or perhaps soggy, depending) goodness, this time depending on the excuse of a bad head cold. Which, admittedly, is largely finished by now, aside from the constant and annoying need to depressurize my head and occasional coughing fit, but I feel that the lack of full nasal capacity would hinder my judging ability*. Also, it’s really hot.**

*The fact that I ended up eating at the (well air-conditioned) Outback at the mall, splitting a steak sandwich with my roommate and getting moderately drunk on very silly beverages, should not be considered as factors in this matter.
**For here.

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