Lately I’ve been on a health kick and in search of finding like minded souls. (should I mention I’ve been trying to find humans with souls in general?) However unlike the aforementioned, I go to the gym and do yoga so I can consume heavenly treats such as this, not to down a protein shake and pinch my abs 5 minutes later. Hello balance? Where are you? wtf muscle dudes why so many issues?! Aye, so I remain solo and eat my bomb ass treats such as this honey toast from Ichiza with my lady friends who are just as impulsive as me. I’ve seen a multitude of actual fb friends and lucky acquaintances that have been accepted as my fb friends, post pictures such as this many times and have been in awe ever since, every time. Finally, my girlie CC and I ventured to Chinatown to conquer the honey toast at the small Japanese spot to quench the desire. Two appetizers and a whole bowl of ramen later (meaning we were already retardedly full) the honey toast arrived as beautiful as ever. Glistening thick honey seductively poured over the biggest ball of vanilla bean ice cream all up in the center of what seemed to be a fortress of thick Texas toast. I almost cried from joy. As painfully full as we were, it was demolished in no joke…5 minutes, each of us taking turns fighting off each other’s fork, battling for the best bite. The synopsis? Get the honey toast. In fact get the honey toast first then eat whatever else, and make sure you’re eating it with someone who cares, it’s way more fun. Note to the aforementioned, thanks for letting me eat most everything on your plate because you were on a diet… it was really good.
