The Shortest Day
And so the shortest day came. Why on earth do we do this in early March? The glib reason for Daylight Saving Time the past few decades has been to conserve energy-but so early, before the equinox even, any light gained at the end of the day is definitely made up for by light lost in the morning, as any parent knows who's had to send school kids out for the bus in the pre-dawn. And the more traditional, family-friendly explanation, of more time to spend outdoors at the end of the day-that makes no sense in early March, with the ground still covered with snow from a winter storm just two days ago. It makes no sense.
Went out to dinner tonight: A Taste of Iceland, at the Legal Seafood Harborside Floor 2. It didn't taste much like the foods of Iceland I remember-no ubiquitous slice of tomato and cucumber, and the lamb wasn't smoked-but on the other hand it was delicious: marinated salmon, seared cod, lamb with Jerusalem artichokes, and skyr mousse tiramisu; a Riesling with the first two courses, a Rhone with the latter two. (And while the food may not have tasted like the Iceland I remember, I cannot deny that chef Þráinn Freyr Vigfússon has an ethnically sincere name.) Legal Seafood has also come a long way from its roots: I still remember the days of paper tablecloths, plastic flatware, and picnic tables. For us this was quite the fancy night out, but it was most enjoyable.
Later: Should also mention the beautiful harborside window seat we got, looking out at the sun setting over the giant container ship, the little tugs, and the back of the Fish Market; and the green lights of the Bank of America pavilion coming on. OK, put that way doesn't sound excitingly beautiful, but it was a very nice view.
Went out to dinner tonight: A Taste of Iceland, at the Legal Seafood Harborside Floor 2. It didn't taste much like the foods of Iceland I remember-no ubiquitous slice of tomato and cucumber, and the lamb wasn't smoked-but on the other hand it was delicious: marinated salmon, seared cod, lamb with Jerusalem artichokes, and skyr mousse tiramisu; a Riesling with the first two courses, a Rhone with the latter two. (And while the food may not have tasted like the Iceland I remember, I cannot deny that chef Þráinn Freyr Vigfússon has an ethnically sincere name.) Legal Seafood has also come a long way from its roots: I still remember the days of paper tablecloths, plastic flatware, and picnic tables. For us this was quite the fancy night out, but it was most enjoyable.
Later: Should also mention the beautiful harborside window seat we got, looking out at the sun setting over the giant container ship, the little tugs, and the back of the Fish Market; and the green lights of the Bank of America pavilion coming on. OK, put that way doesn't sound excitingly beautiful, but it was a very nice view.