origins: greece

Andrew and I had lunch at Busboys and Poets yesterday . . .

. . . and managed to have a debate about the origins of the frappe. I said it was Greek. He, I believe, argued French.

See, we went to The Love Cafe after lunch and, despite the fact that the cupcake bar was open . . .

. . . Andrew ordered a piece of cake and I ordered a frappe, which didn't taste anything like the frappe I had recently in Athens.

Andrew finished his. I didn't.

But I was right.

Perhaps Andrew should follow John's lead.