Those restaurant smells

Day 1 of 90.

So this evening I took a walk through town. It was about 6pm and the hustle 'n' bustle of the day was dying down. It wasn't too cold; quite nice, actually, in a sweatshirt. No rain.

I've walked a lot over the last couple of months, but tonight was the first time I actually smelled anything. Anything other than the sewage treatment plant next to the city park. (Seriously, it's right by the park. And at times it can get quite ripe out there.)

But tonight I noticed the restaurants before I got to them. The first was a Mexican place. Refried beans half a block down. For some reason, I found that smell quite refreshing. Some sort of known quantity for me. I do love Mexican food.

It was another story a block down. The Thai food place had this bitter smell to it. It wasn't the garlic, though, something far more pungent and unappealing. And it wasn't the smell you notice when you walk in. (Maybe that's what the incense if for.)

I couldn't smell the Chinese restaurant I walked by. I haven't been in there in years, though. And I usually only went there with people I didn't want to be around.

A pizza place had that comforting cheese smell wafting around it. Nice.

And KFC was nauseating.

(And I tried to get in 20,000 dedicated steps, but was about 300 steps shy.)