So, the little Stockdales and I took the bus from the temp apartment to the Orchard shopping district today.  Orchard is the trendy place where you can get Prada, Louis Vitton, etc. stuff at even more outrageous prices than normal.  You all know how trendy a dresser I am, so it’s important that I’m ahead of the fashion curve when it comes to a grey fleece and cargo shorts.  There are fashion leaders, fashion followers, and then folks like me.

After walking for a while and hearing ‘I hungy’ one too many times out of the crazy little Stockdale, I decided lunch was in order.  Seeing one too many roasted ducks in the windows of the little kiosk restaurants, (sure they probably have a real name, but I don’t know it) I decided to ease the kids into the local food by going to The Hard Rock Cafe.  This Hard Rock Cafe reminded me of the one in Barcelona.  I think we ate at that HRC nine times.  I think that was where Neff Smemmons (name changed to protect the innocent) really learned to enjoy Spanish food.

Shhh!   Secret, before HRC, we stopped at Dunkin’ Donuts.  Just don’t tell Mrs. Stockdale!

I’ll get the kids into the local food soon enough.  This will probably be something I need to ease them into one at a time.   The shotgun approach to ‘fish balls on a stick’, probably won’t work.