Papillon? Quel drôle de nom pour un pape!
So the other day I went out and got a salad for lunch because I'd come to realise that salads won't kill you, ya know?
Anyway, I thought I ordered a salad but I ended up with a toasted bagel with smoked salmon, cream cheese all on a bed of roquette and capers.
I love capers but I felt a bit like an idiot for misreading the menu. At least I came away not being hungry which is my main fear about having salads for lunch.
The restaurant had a butterfly print on their wall so I selfied - because "schmetterling" and because the joint was empty.
This is what I look like when I'm waiting for a salad. It's entirely a different mood from when, say, I just took a Steak Florentine out of the oven.
