Photos are up over at Flickr. Not a lot of them. But still–such pretty, pretty fish. Even if the setting is now totally dull and industrial–no Brooklyn Bridge twinkling in the night. Perhaps saddest of all, there’s no bar nearby to warm up in before the big shop, as we did in 2005. We loaded up on shellfish for our Election Day Cafe oyster roast.
Tag: politeness
Like an elephant
So here I am back in New Mexico, land of enchantment (state bird: roadrunner; state cookie: biscochito), and I'm sitting in a cafe in Albuquerque using the wireless Internet, and I hear some guys next to me chatting.
Fancy Hotel Towels I
Just so you know what I'm dealing with when I complain about Mexico and having to smile politely when people show me the 47th room with towels folded like swans.
Iraqi food
It's sappy, but true: if you eat something delicious from someone, you just can't hate them.
Hide the Salami–the Turks Are Coming!
That was the official name of the wedding party Peter and Amy threw for Amy's friend Martha and her newly betrothed, Hakan. We never really ascertained whether the Turks got the whole joke, but none of them seemed offended that we were fixated on their not eating pork.
Reader, I did not marry him.
Last week I'm on the Chinatown bus from DC to NYC, and this guy starts chatting me up. My flimsy magazine is not barrier enough to conversation.