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I have found Heaven...
...and it is the lobster bisque at Lucille's Stateside Bistro, only three miles from my house.
The tragedy of it all was that I only had a very few Lact-Aid pills with me, therefore could not order a bowl of my very own and had to be content with merely slurping three spoonfuls from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
myrialux's bowl. But oh! what spoonfuls they were! It tasted like thick, creamy butter flavored with a dusting of lobster, and a soupcon of spice.
I will soon be back, never fear, clutching a box of Lact-Aid in my hot little hands. If I am ever on Death Row my last meal will consist of an entire tureen of this lobster bisque, because at that point who cares about lactose intolerance?
The tragedy of it all was that I only had a very few Lact-Aid pills with me, therefore could not order a bowl of my very own and had to be content with merely slurping three spoonfuls from
myrialux's bowl. But oh! what spoonfuls they were! It tasted like thick, creamy butter flavored with a dusting of lobster, and a soupcon of spice.I will soon be back, never fear, clutching a box of Lact-Aid in my hot little hands. If I am ever on Death Row my last meal will consist of an entire tureen of this lobster bisque, because at that point who cares about lactose intolerance?
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