Me and my girlfriend’s house, Pittsburgh
Chic, down-to-earth and tastefully decorated. Attractive clientele. An elegant, overweight cat snores in the dining room. No dress code.
What I ate:
Swedish Fish Oreos
Hot take: I ordered this gag-gift for my girlfriend more than a year ago and it finally arrived last month. I’d given up hope/forgotten about it, so the delivery was a nice surprise. I imagined the two disparate flavors would coalesce somehow, like Milk Duds and buttery popcorn. But in actuality, they taste remarkably like Swedish Fish smushed between Oreo cookies, which is what they are. I would describe them as “bad tasting,” and “undelicious.” Buy them for your enemies, or not at all.