Back?

After an alarming visit to Emergency -- stress-from-Japan-related -- maybe it's back to normal. Maybe.

I guess it can only be so if I'm going to restaurants. Yesterday it was Aix Cuisine du Terroir and tonight it was an abortive visit to Khyber Pass. Unfortunately as usual we were late -- try 9:30 -- and believe it or not, they said they'd "run out of food."

Huh? A popular restaurant, over 15 years old, "run out of food" on a Thursday in January? Ooooohhkay.

So it was across the street at Jardin de Panos. Who had no pitas. A Greek place with no pitas. No, they hadn't run out. They NEVER have pitas. Tsaziki with bread.

WHAT THE FUCK. (Well, I have to say it at least once a post, right? It's what you delightful crowd of lurking MOTHERFUCKERS have come to expect, god loves ya all).

Anyway . . . last night and the night before that redeemed everything, but I won't tell you why, yet. Not because I don't want you to know, but that I don't want you spoilin' my party 'cause I knows sumpin YOUSE don't and if ya dids you'dse be spoilin' my party. So when the party's over I'll let ya know.

But it's good to be back anyway. Nice to feel that crackling -28-degree snow underfoot. Bring it on!