Chocolate Torte

Yesterday, the Plotniks and Patsy had lunch once again with Chef P in Napa. The food was even better this time than last time, because of this phenomenal hazlenut/chocolate torte.



But Plotnik had known better. He could feel his stomach acting weird before they left for Napa, but he stuffed himself anyway, and on the way home he felt it getting worse. Last night was no bed o' roses.

Patsy went home this morning. Plotnik's going to the doctor this afternoon. He used to have a stomach of lead. Time to get to the bottom of this.