Bento Bonkers

Right, that's it.  I'm sorry, but I can't go another minute without talking about Bento.  It's the Japanese restaurant I went to for the first time recently, and quite frankly I haven't stopped thinking about it.  At first I thought it was because I was happy to have found somewhere new to eat, and that I was there with good friends whom I hadn't seen for a while, and that I was excited to tell other people about this cool new place...but now I think it might be something more.  I think it may be an obsession.  You see, I haven't quite been able to stop fantasising and salivating about the succulent flavours and exciting dishes.  And although I've raved about it to everyone that I've seen and spoken to, I'm still not satisfied.  And the friends who I went there with, well, they're great and everything, but not that great. And it's been two weeks now.  Or more precisely, 2 weeks, 2 days and 3 and a half hours.  But hey, who's counting?  I think the only thing to do is return to the scene, have a meal and realise that this obsession is all in my head - that no chicken can be that tasty, or vegetable that pleasing, or rice that fluffy...can it? But what if it can? What if going again only heightens the obsession? What if it drives me mad and I can't sleep? Or work? Or, god forbid, eat?