Ebscolunch! M. and I went and it was every bit the fantasia I remembered plus some. The plus was absolutely the puff-pastry covered mushroom soup. Totally wild, we could not figure out what it was. It took a knife to get into the thing, and then there were pale lumps in the soup that were I don’t know what, bisques? I didn’t eat those. The iced tea was refreshed as fast as we could drink it, and especially in M.’s case that was really superfast. Only downside was the part where I didn’t win the raffle, and the unrelated guffawing by that one table of librarians. Somehow I felt we owed these gentleman our attention in return for the mushroom ravioli. This is why you don’t want me in charge of the revolution.