Once again, I'm visiting the City of Brotherly Love for a work-related meeting. Last year, during the same week, it was twenty below. Yesterday, it was 68. Freaky.
Walked to dinner at the trendily-named twenty21. (Get it? They're between 20th and 21st Streets— nudge nudge wink wink.) Goofy name aside, the restaurant was quite good. Our group had a fixed menu: roasted red pepper soup, baby arugula salad with fennel & parmesan, and a choice of 4 entrees. The halibut with roasted vegetables rocked— nice sear on one side, delicious, and the obligatory nouvelle cuisine arrangement of teeny tiny veggies.
The warm weather meant that there was no shortage of crazy people. Had a brief conversation with one, then started to cross the street. Suddenly, this police car came through the light, pulled up, and started arresting/ accosting the crazy person. No idea what happened or why... Just kind of surreal.
And speaking of surreal (I am feeling very stream-of-consciousness today, plus I have not yet finished my coffee), the closed captioning on morning news shows is so unintentionally Dada that it is brilliant. I was on the elliptical machine, bleary-eyed and sweaty, trying to parse how a traumatic event during pregnancy could lead to the child having "skits oh friends yeah". (I eventually learned that they were discussing schizophrenia.) But it's only a big concern during the 3rd(?) "try messier".
I've been trying messier for a while; I think I'll try neater this year.
Posted by rv at February 7, 2008 09:05 AM to food