Grah.

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Dear Uncle Rob, you been hittin' the pipe again? 'Cause to me, that made the kind of sense that's non.

Now, gentle readers, allow me for a moment a rant. I am boycotting The Flying Avocado, the organic cafe down the street from my work. I used to love them. They had good food, good service, and they were quick. They had great pastries in the case, good hand-blended teas. Sometime around last fall, this changed. The pastries disappeared-- no muffins anymore. They were out of my favorite tea for two weeks. They had one girl working for them who would have to ask me my order three times before getting it right. They once burnt my breakfast to a crisp and had to comp me free granola, but I was 15 minutes late for work 'cause they kept saying "just one more minute." And suddenly, they were out of everything I ordered-- waffles, toast, fresh berries, and even on one occasion, the avocado, their namesake. They've been out of my first choice of breakfast item the last five times I've gone in. This morning, it was granola. Seriously, what kind of idiot is running their kitchen that they can't remember what is on their rather small breakfast menu?

I would love to have a quick organic option in the morning. I usually love their awesome grilled chicken brie sandwiches and their berry salad. But this is getting to be just too damn frustrating. If they're intent on being so damn incompetent, I'll just as happily give my money to the deli across the street. Where there are muffins. End rant.

ETA: I wrote them a polite comment saying that I've eaten there on average 2-3 time per week for the last year and have noted increasing preparation and availability problems in the last few months that leave me wary of spending more time/money there. I gave specific examples, and now I feel a little better.

Oy. Today is going to be a doozy. I had to cancel Skinny Bitches Night (ie, America's Next Top Model + lots of carbs and dessert) because I am under a mountain of things to do that need to get done in the next three days. I'm trying not to be too negative today, but I think I just might need a nap. I didn't sleep too terribly well last night.