February 19, 2012
shesinacoma: Stairway to Heaven, 2011, by Bertjan Pot Justine took me to this new place called Eat. It was tiny and you had to sit next to people you didn’t know on these wooden benches. The menu was whatever they felt like serving. She was embarrassed because when we sat down they were having a class on growing your own sprouts and beans so we couldn’t talk that loudly. They had a chalkboard on wheels and little wooden bowls with burgundy and red matte color beans, it was a legit class, they talked about where they got their produce. When we left Justine said she was sorry, and I said it was ok, it was so delicious, although I didn’t finish what I ordered.

shesinacoma: Stairway to Heaven, 2011, by Bertjan Pot

Justine took me to this new place called Eat. It was tiny and you had to sit next to people you didn’t know on these wooden benches. The menu was whatever they felt like serving. She was embarrassed because when we sat down they were having a class on growing your own sprouts and beans so we couldn’t talk that loudly. They had a chalkboard on wheels and little wooden bowls with burgundy and red matte color beans, it was a legit class, they talked about where they got their produce. When we left Justine said she was sorry, and I said it was ok, it was so delicious, although I didn’t finish what I ordered.

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