The fever will break soon, but that might mean I miss flip-flops like a dis of DC restaurants one day and a shout-out for DC restaurants the next. By the same writer. Someone should invent an exercise machine for thighs straddling two worlds. Call it the ButtBoy.
And okay, I’m awful. Why do the people ordained to hector us about eating better always have such weird vices themselves? I thought surimi was bad. But Diet Pepsi? A real revolutionary would get that crap off the nation’s table yesterday.