Ice baby

Last night was a comedy of errors. Missteps included me being late to pick up Wendy at her day job in West Hollyood, rush-hour traffic, mapquesting a miniature golf course in El Monte instead of a restaurant in Alhambra, and arriving at the restaurant just as our friends were leaving. Then, passing on joining them for golf to eat a relaxing meal after all that driving, we went a Malaysian restaurant that wound up being closed for remodeling and got to Vegetarian Wok just in time to scarf our meal as the employees started going home. Not exactly relaxing, and for the record their cashew chicken is mediocre. We picked the wrong night to try ordering different dishes...

Not one thing unfolded as we had hoped, but as we drove by Norm's on the way to Vegetarian Wok, Wendy said, "Let's have dessert there." After dinner, Wendy was depressed, full, and just wanted to go home, but in my opinion we had to have dessert--if nothing else, just so that we accomplished one thing that we set out to do.

Wendy thought it was too much, but I couldn't help but order a brownie sundae with four scoops of ice cream, hot fudge, and almonds for us to share. We also had two coffees, and they gave us an entire carafe!



As is often the case, Wendy was right. This is what we were left with:



We were defeated once more, but in this case it actually felt okay.