Another dream

Went back to sleep after the previous entry, and dreamed that we went to a fancy restaurant (albeit one with a bar, with pretzel sticks and hot mustard… and graphite pencils dipped into the mustard too). The French chef brought Al a panko-crusted pork chop on a pink-and-blue striped plate, and on it he’d written dégustation in sauce, in that upright sans-serif font they use to teach little kids how to print.