Sometimes I get so hungry I can’t speak. You know that dip in blood sugar that turns normal folk into bears unable to converse civilly. This usually occurs when we’re far from food or the cupboards are empty or when we’re circling round and round looking for a parking space. I try my best to button up and keep my opinions to myself until I’ve had at least had a few bites of something delicious (or at the very least nutritious). Hanger does not bring out the best of me.
On this particular occasion we found ourselves on Valencia Street on a Sunday starving. Most places were closed or closing and so when we saw the open sign on this little diner we dove in head first. Hot food, fizzy water and excellent company—it’s all a girl could ask for really.