Over the weekend I ate out twice. I’ll write about Friday night later today—all goodness to come..

For now, strong words to caution you and you and you..

DO NOT EAT AT Sapporo Haru in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. If you make the mistake as I did when I grabbed a quick bite there Saturday night before hearing a show down the street at Bar Matchless, DO NOT EAT anything that is fried—just don’t eat there. My mouth is barely healing from what are likely second-degree burns from the scalding, steaming age tofu I ordered at this nasty little joint. There are lacerations lining my gumline and cheek where the flesh was scalded open. During the show, my mouth started molting and imagine how altogether disruptive it was to enjoying the good sounds. I’ve been eating yoghurt and eggs, and warm salt water rinsing (how do you spell o u c h) to help it heal and to prevent infection. But so far suffering continues. Don’t even ask what it’s like brushing that side of my mouth.

The event did awaken the consumer advocate within and promptly filed my complaint with the BBB. Hades hath no fury as prandium girl scorched.

Mala provecho..