For dinner today my family went to Bloom, a small, appetizing restaurant. I was one hundred percent sure that Laurel and Daddy didn't know what they where in for. We got seated by a tall, friendly waiter, who brought us to a booth seat, or so I called it. I looked at their menu and in an instant my eye could not move from these three words. Soon the waiter came and I ordered what was so easy on the eyes for me. Fish and chips. Why did I order that? You see, there was not that much Fish on it, so perfect for a near vegetarian like me.
Kid's fish and chips from Bloom
Also, the fries looked treacherous. My fish and chips quickly arrived, yet I still had to ask for tartar sauce. My tongue had just touched the french fry and then all I tasted was pure flavor. The tartar sauce arrived as I picked up a crispy cod and dipped it into the tartar sauce. A fiesta of flavor slid down my mouth and into my tummy. I picked up another greedily and started the party all over again. After a delicious meal came my apple pie with ice cream and Laurel's homemade chocolate cake. I took a huge bite of pie and gasped. It was amazing! I quickly snapped back to my senses and fended Dad off with my fork. I stole a huge bite off Dad's fork as a kick of exotic flavor hit my tongue again. After watching a bunch of artists on TV like Paul McCartney, Kylie Monougue, and even Will.I.Am, and also hearing songs like: "Can't Get You out of my Head", "Diamonds are Forever", "Superstition", and "Live and Let Die" (which is still my favorite), we finally left a tip and headed home.
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