Now I'm not going to be able to think of anything else but Zaiaka all day. I don't really have enough time to go to the lunch buffet, so I'm definitely going there for dinner, even if I have to go alone. If only to satisfy myself so I can concentrate on something other than palak paneer and make sure Meena hasn't turned the place into a bakery.
It's kind of sad that I would consider this almost a nightmare. Of all the things that would freak me out, I panic over my favorite restaurant lacking palak paneer. *sigh*
I wonder how Freud would interpret this dream. Probably that I have so many good things around me, but I'm not satisfied with what's available and want something different that should be available but isn't? Or maybe my empty stomach represents a vagina, and the palak paneer represents... well, palak paneer doesn't really resemble anything even remotely sexual or phallic. Or maybe I'm just obsessed. *shrugs*