So we’re laying around last night, trying to decide what to have for dinner. I’m leaning towards the Quidnunc Cafe, which serves excellent sandwiches and calzones here on the mountain. Here’s a transcript of the exchange between Betsy and I:
Me: “Come on…you know you want a yummy calzone. You can put anything you want in it, and they bake it all golden brown…”
Betsy: “Like Paris Hilton?”
There’s a reason I love the girl.