first bike ride downtown

I drank some Bushmill's with a few ice cubes and decided to, as Nike once advised, just do it. On the way, the tires spun liquid courage, liquid courage, liquid courage.

Rewarded:




6/100

Spring Break '010 USA!!!!

Spring Break elicits a certain silly joy in me. Thinking about it makes me giddy - actually giddy. I think part of that is because of what it is not. Spring Break is not the school or work that harshly demarcate its boundaries. It is not the claustrophobia of winter nor spontaneity's summer. It is not a given, and I will not let 'em take it away.

Drinking Bicardi Raz and watching Finding Nemo on the big screen is not the same as being at the beach.

Drinking a cup of Metropolis's coffee as big as your head and chasing it with a vegan scone does not make you a savvy, self-deprecating intellectual. (though you will think very very fast.)

Drinking a shot of whiskey followed by a shot of pickle juice does not make you vomit.

What was not was amazing. Unlikely and likely combinations erupt in a thousand little bubbles of joy.

last taste of winter

Uncommon Ground has their organic rooftop garden started for the season, but it's too early to for the menu to sprout spring flavors. On the first seventy degree day of the year, we closed the evening with the last of winter's foods.

To drink

Midwest Maple Manhattan: death’s door whiskey, maple syrup, chai infused sweet vermouth, maple sugar rim

To appetize

Artisanal Sausage Sampler: wild boar bratwurst, cognac pheasant sausage, market potato salad, pickled vegetables, whole grain mustard

To eat

Crispy Gunthorp Farm Chicken Breast with polenta, wild mushrooms, and brussel sprout salad

To finish sweetly

Chocolate chip banana bread pudding with whiskey gelato & caramel sauce