Lars is moving to Dayton, OH. This weekend we’re looking for an apartment for him. I’m not having fun, because I want him to stay in Indiana with me. Woe is me and such.
We headed to Dayton on Friday and stopped in Indianapolis for a quick lunch: Patachou. Patachou is a chain in the Indianapolis area that suggests its a “student union for adults.” I don’t know what that entirely means. My college union has people passed out on couches and a copy center, but whatever Patachou…I like your food. You may be familiar with their main restaurant: Petit Chou. I usually get the croissant French Toast, which is awesome. I mean, come on: it’s buttery, flaky, and comes with candied pecans. Hol to the ler. I decided to be one of those ladies and get a salad. You see this “effort” to eat healthier? Well, it is there. I ordered the Chinese Chicken Salad. I ordered it because it has cabbage. I love some cabbage–not steamed–but cut up in salads or shredded on my carne asada tacos. Anyway, the salad had romaine lettuce, salad, steamed chicken, fried won tons (not so healthy, but work with me here), carrots, green onions, and ginger vinaigrette. This salad was awesome, because the chicken was shredded and worked through the entire salad and not just two stupid grilled slices sitting on top. I thought that was the ballerest salad move in the nation. Go, Patachou. I’ll visit your student union again, because I always do. (I only ate half the salad, because I was overwhelmed, but all the wontons of course).
Lars was paying and said I could get a cookie. So, I got a cookie. I ordered their spiced pecan shortbread and ate it during the car ride. It was buttery, flaky, and pecany. A delicious substitute to my favorite French Toast.
Lars and I reached Dayton and spent the evening apartment hunting, which went so-so. For dinner, we stopped at Figlio Wood Fired Pizza. I made my own pizza, because I’m picky. I asked for tomato sauce, mozzarella cheese, roasted garlic, sun-dried tomatoes, and prosciutto. It was okay and this is why. The sauce was good and sun-dried tomatoes had a nice sweetness. The crust was okay, but not that “fired.” The proscuitto was cut up too small. When I order meat, I order meat, lady. And, lastly… do not put spoonfuls of roasted garlic on the pizza. I got an unwelcome surprises in my mouth. I ate most of it because I was famished, but I rather get take out next time. Sorry, Figlio.
Well, I’m off to start Day 2 of Dayton! Hope your weekends are going well.






























