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totteWow. I just got up, finished reading mail and stuff and was about to start writing a journal entry when I got a comment on the entry I didn't post last night. Husbands are silly. I had it saved, I was going to finish writing today! Anyway, it's all good. I was writing on that entry when suddenly my headache started getting much worse, which I could have lived with had it not been accompanied by horrendous nausea. I've been getting that a bit lately, which bugs me because I never had it before.
So, where was I? I believe I was writing about yesterday's lunch. We went to The Old Spaghetti Factory and had a marvelous lunch. It was our waiter's first day, though, and M and I ordered exactly the same thing, and received two exact same dishes of.. something else. We ordered chicken fettucini with broccoli and mushrooms. We received that other thing.. I can't remember what's it's called. A breaded chicken breast covered with cheese with pasta and tomato sauce? Anyway, he wrapped those up for us so we could bring it home and then brought our real meal out to us. He felt so bad, poor guy. But we were really enjoying ourselves yesterday, so we weren't in a hurry and kept telling him it was alright. We ended up tipping him pretty well, so maybe he felt better about it after we left. Our food really was excellent, though. I have this horrible feeling we'll be driving up there a little more than we would otherwise just to eat there. There's another one in Louisville, apparently, but we hate Louisville. It sucks. (INS-related, possibly, along with how seedy downtown is.) Besides, Louisville isn't any closer anyway.
Okay, now on to the Jungle Jim's experience. Magnus was like a kid in a candy store. First, there was the beer. No Swedish beer worth mentioning, though. ;) Then there was the cheese.. he bought some Jarlsberg on sale and some swedish cheese with caraway. He loves caraway in cheese. There was a rather funny episode involving that cheese when we got home, but I'm going to leave it for him to tell. Anyway, we finally found the Scandinavian aisle, and I swear, he was jumping up and down in excitement. It's funny, because I wasn't kidding earlier when I said that he usually doesn't care so much one way or another, but I think the power of having so much stuff available readily went to his head. *giggle* It was so cute. The first thing was the Julmust. That was part of the reason I wanted to go, hoping they'd have some. We bought all they had and had them check the back for more. There was only 10 bottles, but hopefully that'll last him for a well, week. Strawberry saft mix, two tubes of Kalles caviar, a jar of pickled herring, some more knäckebröd, a can of pea soup, some cloudberry jam (I had to talk him into that one, it was $7 but he's always talking about how good it is), outrageously expensive mustard, candy and pancake mix. I, of course, am feeling ridiculously pleased with myself for insisting on the trip at all, because he was whiny about the long car ride.
After we left the Scandinavian aisle, we headed back through the rest of the store and finally, he wanted to go to the bathrooms and I wanted a drink. So I went back to the little drink place at the back of the store.. it's in the English section and kind of behind the German. When he came back to find me, he walked through the German stuff, which we'd missed before, and noticed a few other things, and then he rounded the corner and found a large cooler, also in a German aisle. He had a little fit when he realized that over half of the stuff was not German but Swedish or Norwegian, but he did find the Kalles and the herring. It was next to a little food desk thing (there were lots of sample stations for people to try stuff) and so he went up to the woman and bitched about how the Swedish stuff in the cooler was labelled as German.. rofl. He called it an ethnic crime.. snicker. She explained (just as I did) that it was because there was no room for a cooler back in the other aisle, so they put it all together. He insisted that she tell someone to put a sign back there, directing them to this station. *giggle* He's normally very calm with store employees and isn't into complaints, so I was just standing a few steps away, pretending not to know him during this time, becoming very engrossed in a box of what looked like Swiss cake roll penises, but I don't know German so who knows what they actually were?
Anyway, in summary, the store was great fun, but the layout and staff mostly sucked. I actually got a couple of things for myself--a box of Altoids with a picture on the front instead of the Altoids label--I use them for tatting boxes, so pretty is nice--and a bottle of a pear drink of unknown quality.. we'll see how that goes. :) We'll probably go back again, though not for a few months, at least. We also might encourage people who come to visit (not like anyone does, but that's an entirely different journal entry) to arrive in Cinci a little more than we would have before. ;)
Now it's 11, so time for me to go wake up the hubby. He needs to call his parents today and we should get going.
So, where was I? I believe I was writing about yesterday's lunch. We went to The Old Spaghetti Factory and had a marvelous lunch. It was our waiter's first day, though, and M and I ordered exactly the same thing, and received two exact same dishes of.. something else. We ordered chicken fettucini with broccoli and mushrooms. We received that other thing.. I can't remember what's it's called. A breaded chicken breast covered with cheese with pasta and tomato sauce? Anyway, he wrapped those up for us so we could bring it home and then brought our real meal out to us. He felt so bad, poor guy. But we were really enjoying ourselves yesterday, so we weren't in a hurry and kept telling him it was alright. We ended up tipping him pretty well, so maybe he felt better about it after we left. Our food really was excellent, though. I have this horrible feeling we'll be driving up there a little more than we would otherwise just to eat there. There's another one in Louisville, apparently, but we hate Louisville. It sucks. (INS-related, possibly, along with how seedy downtown is.) Besides, Louisville isn't any closer anyway.
Okay, now on to the Jungle Jim's experience. Magnus was like a kid in a candy store. First, there was the beer. No Swedish beer worth mentioning, though. ;) Then there was the cheese.. he bought some Jarlsberg on sale and some swedish cheese with caraway. He loves caraway in cheese. There was a rather funny episode involving that cheese when we got home, but I'm going to leave it for him to tell. Anyway, we finally found the Scandinavian aisle, and I swear, he was jumping up and down in excitement. It's funny, because I wasn't kidding earlier when I said that he usually doesn't care so much one way or another, but I think the power of having so much stuff available readily went to his head. *giggle* It was so cute. The first thing was the Julmust. That was part of the reason I wanted to go, hoping they'd have some. We bought all they had and had them check the back for more. There was only 10 bottles, but hopefully that'll last him for a well, week. Strawberry saft mix, two tubes of Kalles caviar, a jar of pickled herring, some more knäckebröd, a can of pea soup, some cloudberry jam (I had to talk him into that one, it was $7 but he's always talking about how good it is), outrageously expensive mustard, candy and pancake mix. I, of course, am feeling ridiculously pleased with myself for insisting on the trip at all, because he was whiny about the long car ride.
After we left the Scandinavian aisle, we headed back through the rest of the store and finally, he wanted to go to the bathrooms and I wanted a drink. So I went back to the little drink place at the back of the store.. it's in the English section and kind of behind the German. When he came back to find me, he walked through the German stuff, which we'd missed before, and noticed a few other things, and then he rounded the corner and found a large cooler, also in a German aisle. He had a little fit when he realized that over half of the stuff was not German but Swedish or Norwegian, but he did find the Kalles and the herring. It was next to a little food desk thing (there were lots of sample stations for people to try stuff) and so he went up to the woman and bitched about how the Swedish stuff in the cooler was labelled as German.. rofl. He called it an ethnic crime.. snicker. She explained (just as I did) that it was because there was no room for a cooler back in the other aisle, so they put it all together. He insisted that she tell someone to put a sign back there, directing them to this station. *giggle* He's normally very calm with store employees and isn't into complaints, so I was just standing a few steps away, pretending not to know him during this time, becoming very engrossed in a box of what looked like Swiss cake roll penises, but I don't know German so who knows what they actually were?
Anyway, in summary, the store was great fun, but the layout and staff mostly sucked. I actually got a couple of things for myself--a box of Altoids with a picture on the front instead of the Altoids label--I use them for tatting boxes, so pretty is nice--and a bottle of a pear drink of unknown quality.. we'll see how that goes. :) We'll probably go back again, though not for a few months, at least. We also might encourage people who come to visit (not like anyone does, but that's an entirely different journal entry) to arrive in Cinci a little more than we would have before. ;)
Now it's 11, so time for me to go wake up the hubby. He needs to call his parents today and we should get going.
