Finally, Bob was getting used to my cooking again - it takes about a month from when he gets back from Tennessee. For the first month, all he does is complain about my cooking. The adjectives that Bob uses to describe my cooking alternate between yuck, bland, burnt, dry and crap. Unfortunately, I have to agree with him.
Anyway, Bob was finally getting used to my cooking until the strike. Since the public transportation was on strike (as well of other companies), Bob stayed at his friend's house in St. Cloud who lives within walking distance of the school. Unfortunately for me, his friend's mother is an excellent cook. Bob loved everything that was made for him. They are Canadian and Bob couldn't even tell me what he was eating other than it was sooooo good!!
So , now I'm back at "square one". Santé!

Bob's dinner (menu bateau)...

Tom's..

Mine (California rolls)...I'm not as adventurous as Bob and Tom...