The menu at the Olympic Flame Diner called it "Eggplant Napoleon", one of the day's specials. I didn't even ask what it was; I ordered.
It tasted even better than it looked. I mean, how can you go wrong with eggplant, fresh tomatoes, extra virgin olive oil, some Feta cheese and a few sprigs of parsley on top?
I definitely would order it again.
I know this has nothing to do with transgender issues--unless, of course, you count a "girls' lunch" in that category. But I wanted to share something I enjoyed. If you've been reading my "gloom and doom" (or what I call "realistic";-)) posts, you deserve it!