Sunday, January 31, 2010

South Park Hats Knitting Patterns

Personnes inscrites au DLE du mercredi 10 février

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List updated over the water.

Accustomed (s) ds DLE
01 - Me (
Cecile of QD9)
02 - Cecil T.
03 - Fabrice R.
04 - Francis M.
05 - Hugh R.
06 - Anne-Sophie
07 - Malice

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02 - Marina L.
03 - Alexandra B.
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How To Get Rid Of Impetigo

Prochain DLE - Mecredi 10 février à 20h chez SATOSHI

Hello everyone

At the last DLE where the atmosphere was very nice, the book very well but the food really lousy, Frederica and others have insisted that there be a dinner in December and suggested returning home SATOSHI (which we had already invested in February 2008 and May 2009).

DLE The next one will be held at the SATOSHI Wednesday 10 February at 20h. SATOSHI is a particularly authentic Japanese restaurant that was cheap and one of my canteen when I was on a mission near the Opera.

To register, leave a comment here or on the facebook group dinners trade books (the event created for the occasion).

I spoke (positively) to SATOSHI on my blog Quoide9 in 2009 and some time ago, I wrote the following discussion list for my namesake (on yahoogroups).

few days ago, I attended a murphybouffe, ie, a dinner with other fans like me cracked murphy laws, often known as the "law of maximum pain in the ass ". After some hesitation (of course, the dinner was a Monday, a basic principle was applied: the first chosen restaurant was closed!), We found ourselves in SATOSHI, a Japanese restaurant, a true ... I say a

true for three reasons:
- firstly because, unlike 90% of Japanese restaurant Paris, it is really run by Japanese and not by Chinese recycled to surf the infamous fashion sushi (yeah, unlike Chouchou my sushi, I love pastry ...)
- partly because that we can eat something other than the infamous sushi / sashimi, tempura and yakitori insignificant that I still can not be regarded as the kitchen,
- finally, because I had no ill after eating at the heart unlike this happens mostly when friends drag me to still eat kebabs Asian (probably something to which I am allergic somewhere: even the most rice Yakitori makes me sick).

SATOSHI se situe dans le quartier de la rue Sainte Anne où se trouvent les meilleurs restaurants japonais de Paris et il propose une impressionnante quantité de menus à prix quasi dérisoires ( entre 9 et 12 euros ) dont la composante principale est une soupe énooooorme à base de nouilles fraîches et de trucs divers et variés (porc, bœuf, légumes variés, etc). Après avoir constaté avec regret que SATHOSI ne propose pas d'Udon (ces nouilles gros format ressemblant un peu à nos spätzle alsaciens par le diamètre et aux spaghetti par la longueur), j'ai jeté mon dévolu sur une formule proposant une soupe aux nouilles et au Pork preceded by a plate of delicious fried ravioli home. All for 9 euros! By greed and curiosity because I do not know anything, I also ordered a plate of potato pancakes. Everything was delicious.

The address is excellent, especially cheap : it is worth a visit especially if your favorite restaurants of Sainte Anne are attacked because even if SATOSHI is fine, I do not think either at 'Naniwa-Ya' (my favorite!) and a few others.

SATOSHI
29 rue des Petits Champs - 75001 Paris
(perpendicular to Sainte Anne)
Metro Pyramid or Exchange - Tel
01.40.20.91.40 Open every day except Sundays

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Dirrenence Between Herpes And Impetigo

Adele

time of an avalanche, his mind numb digested symptom of his madness. She raves mayonnaise sordid, his finger to his temple, on the look of any radiance. At the window swirl sermons hypocrites Random bumping the walls of the glass as thunder rumbles in the dust shade. It s'ensommeille wandering in the mountains of paroxysms and metaphors, excluding its eye opal clarity of reality. The centuries-old roots are formed, stifle its empirical bursts, then roll up in a wave that disappears in a lunar vantage point that nothing stops. Adele beautiful princess obscure limbo, adorns its icy breath of the power of the ephemeral.