A floury adventure

So we decided to have dinner at Flour tonight, a bakery/cafe in the South End, which was a neighborhood of broken walk signs and geographically misappropriated pizza places ("Chicago Pizza", "New York Pizza"). Overall the place exuded an aura of Brooklyn with a dash of ghetto.

First though, we stopped at a Japanese supermarket for Pocky and other snacks. There were some products of fame:


..and others that were just inexplicable:


We then got to Flour:


And had some sandwiches. Mine was a grilled chicken with avocado, Irena's a lamb with goat cheese.


Innards!

A Venn Diagram of our thoughts on our respective sandwiches (Irena is green, Kareno is red):


Dessert was pretty good. A chocolate chip cookie, tartlettes, an "Oreo", and a coconut macaroon:



On the way back, we stopped at a Sushi/Wine bar. The decor was walls of wine bottles with the pervading smell of sushi vinegar. Stranger still was the bathroom decor:


which they decided to leave unfinished:


And then, back home on the Orange line!