The Best Sandwich in the World, and My Pants are on Fire

Dear friends,

I have met the sandwich I would like to spend the rest of my life with...the sandwich I can really commit to FOR REAL.

I met it this week at Clementine in Los Angeles, a cafe that would be undersold by calling it "brilliant". They make the most exquisite, sophisticated but satisfying salads and sandwiches there...truly a foodie paradise. It was a week of inclement weather in LA, to say the least, and by the time I went in search of a late lunch on Thursday, I was chilled to the bone. I ordered a cup of Clementine's alphabet soup and half a roasted asparagus sandwich that NO JOKE, CHANGED MY LIFE. This sandwich completes me. It is everything that is right with the world.

Two slices of delicately toasted olive bread are filled with a mixture of ricotta, mozzarella, and parmesan (I would guess that the ricotta is for the cream factor, the mozzarella for the melty-stretch factor, and the parmesan for the salty-nutty factor.) Then, slices of roasted asparagus are laid on top. I think there may be a drizzle of olive oil involved, just for fruity flair. And some fresh ground pepper and maybe a little salt. It tastes like a creamy pillow sandwich, garnished with the caramelized sweetness of asparagus. It is outrageous.

So I just wanted to let you all know, I'm off the market. For sandwiches, at least.

For guys...well, that's a whole other story.

I mean...I'm dating like my pants are on fire. The Four Man Plan has come to fruition, and I only now realize how difficult it is to actually execute. And how fabulous. When one's attention truly is divided amongst multiple people...it's much harder to get hung up on any one person. LOVE IT!

Tonight, I'm going out with a tall, blonde, blue-eyed dentist. He looks a little like Gay Greg, who I dated months ago, but seems a lot straighter (definitely a good thing.) In fact, I gotta get ready now...paying careful attention to my teeth...I'll keep you updated on how tonight shakes down. I figure, with a polyamorist in the mix (who I'm seeing again on Tuesday) and The Possible Conservative (who I am also seeing again), how could it possibly get weirder? I just have to remember not to call him Gay Greg. That might get seriously awkward.

Love,
Foodie Gal