Month: November 2015

Capitulation and Resuscitation

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November 27, 2015

I spent most of the day hiding in the attic, feeling crappy as I often do toward the end of a trip back home. It seems that my dad behaves for 3-4 days. That’s about as long as he can smoke outside the house and keep from chopping onions around me. After that, it’s a free-for-all and he gets really grouchy when I try to explain to him my allergies and the effects on my health these things have on me.

Eventually I headed for my 5 o’clock meal. I opted for City Kitchen since it’s a nearby safety food spot. And they know how to make a negroni. In fact, I think I’m the only one who orders that since their Campari bottle level remains the same until every visit of mine. Continue reading →

The Hill

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November 24, 2015

I decided to try out a new place for my quick-eat-something-before-heading-to-the nursing-home meal. Atmosphere is okay. On arrival, there was a couple at the bar, maybe 10 years my senior. Then four business attire dressed older men drinking crappy bottled beer. One does a double take when I sat down and looked me up and down.
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Escalation at the Gastropub

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November 13, 2015

M and I ate at a restaurant on the square tonight. No reservations and the bar was full, but we scored a window 2-top. Which was interesting since there’s a bus stop right there and a men’s shelter doors down. So people occasionally stared through the glass at us like we were fish in a fishbowl. Or rapped on the glass and shouted indecipherables.

A couple was seated next to us. And I learned, without engaging, that they lived around the corner but had never been there. They were told the Brussels sprouts, the goat cheese, the scallops, and the mac and cheese were good. But they couldn’t find goat cheese on the menu. The woman kept mentioning it until the man pried himself away from the wine list to strain to read the menu. He was no help.

The 5th item on the list was a chevre small plate. I kept myself from engaging. It was already a pretty stressful day for me and interacting with strangers wasn’t on the agenda.
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