Food, and a movie
Cherry chocolate chip ice cream would be better with tart cherries rather than hot pink candied cherries, and without the ice cream colored pink. Still, it's not bad, and the cherries are a definite presence, whereas the peaches and cream ice cream was short on peaches, and what peaches it had were unpleasantly icy. Also, the ice cream tasted too much like cream (which seems like a really odd complaint to make about ice cream, but ... too rich? needed salt? vanilla? ginger? I'm not sure. Possibly I wanted and expected peach ice cream, and thought peaches and cream was just a silly name for that.)
Ice cream is not dinner, even when it's 90 out.
It's restaurant week! (Two weeks, really) Wednesday siderea and I went to lunch at OM Restaurant and lounge (where I interrogated her about her schoolwork). The food was quite tasty -- the melon soup with smoked trout was strange, but tasty and refreshing and suitable to the weather -- and the service was quite good, other than trying a bit too enthusiastically to steal siderea's plate when I kept distracting her from eating with questions. I went back on Thursday with eowyns and ordered the other half of their restaurant week menu, which was decidedly the heavier selections. The pork was quite good, though not nearly as spicy as I'd expected from siderea's description. The service wasn't nearly as good: it felt like the waiter (a different one) wasn't paying attention, or that we hasn't passed the "actual grownup customers" test. It was a little later in the afternoon when we arrived, and we hadn't made a reservation (having observed the non-crowd after one the day before), and perhaps with so few people in the restaurant (us and one other group) he just wasn't walking past the tables very often to notice that we might want water or the next course or the check, but it was a bit annoying. The wall of water in the entryway and the lounge full of comfy chairs appealed, but were both out of sight of the dining room.
Friday my shift ordered Redbones for dinner, which was very tasty but left me wanting to curl up for a nice nap rather than spending another six hour hunting down network problems. Too much food!
Today I went to see Hairspray with tirinian (three cheers for the declarer of Sunday plans!), ilhander, and shumashi, who politely admired my new props (I found a vendor on the Common selling almost exactly the junk jewelry I'd been looking for, for Madrigal -- may need to go back for more) and did not tell me I was mad (just inobservant for not spotting tirinian in line for tickets). Hairspray was bouncy and silly and twitch-inducing. The transition from the previews (Stardust and Elizabeth -- lush and high-costume) to dense, grubby 60s Baltimore at the start of the movie was disconcerting, but did a good job of establishing context for the movie. I want to see the previous version and the musical.
Ice cream is not dinner, even when it's 90 out.
It's restaurant week! (Two weeks, really) Wednesday siderea and I went to lunch at OM Restaurant and lounge (where I interrogated her about her schoolwork). The food was quite tasty -- the melon soup with smoked trout was strange, but tasty and refreshing and suitable to the weather -- and the service was quite good, other than trying a bit too enthusiastically to steal siderea's plate when I kept distracting her from eating with questions. I went back on Thursday with eowyns and ordered the other half of their restaurant week menu, which was decidedly the heavier selections. The pork was quite good, though not nearly as spicy as I'd expected from siderea's description. The service wasn't nearly as good: it felt like the waiter (a different one) wasn't paying attention, or that we hasn't passed the "actual grownup customers" test. It was a little later in the afternoon when we arrived, and we hadn't made a reservation (having observed the non-crowd after one the day before), and perhaps with so few people in the restaurant (us and one other group) he just wasn't walking past the tables very often to notice that we might want water or the next course or the check, but it was a bit annoying. The wall of water in the entryway and the lounge full of comfy chairs appealed, but were both out of sight of the dining room.
Friday my shift ordered Redbones for dinner, which was very tasty but left me wanting to curl up for a nice nap rather than spending another six hour hunting down network problems. Too much food!
Today I went to see Hairspray with tirinian (three cheers for the declarer of Sunday plans!), ilhander, and shumashi, who politely admired my new props (I found a vendor on the Common selling almost exactly the junk jewelry I'd been looking for, for Madrigal -- may need to go back for more) and did not tell me I was mad (just inobservant for not spotting tirinian in line for tickets). Hairspray was bouncy and silly and twitch-inducing. The transition from the previews (Stardust and Elizabeth -- lush and high-costume) to dense, grubby 60s Baltimore at the start of the movie was disconcerting, but did a good job of establishing context for the movie. I want to see the previous version and the musical.