Category: restaurants
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doink
Sorry, not much time left over to drivel tonight. I spent a couple hours doinking around with train track on the model layout in the basement, and when I thought I couldn’t justify spending any more time on that, I went upstairs, sat my butt down in the recliner and read other people’s drivel posted Read.
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typeface
I had lunch at Marigold Kitchen today, a restaurant just off capitol square. They have a sign hanging in the dining room that appears to be made up of old wood-block type in three or four different fonts, and this theme is carried over to the signs on the doors of the bathrooms, a sans Read.
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taste
My Darling B and I went to Taste of Madison this year even though we hadn’t planned to. We ended up going anyway because this was the first time that the weather was so nice we wouldn’t sweat off ten pounds while we were walking around the square. Every year before this, the temps were Read.
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pre-GTOTMW
Note to future self: When attending Great Taste of the Midwest Pre-Party, do not attempt to eat a hamburger that’s bigger than your head. Really, that thing must have weighed a half-pound at least, and they piled cheese, onion rings and two strips of bacon on top of it. Realizing my mistake, I ate just Read.
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hotcakes
I woke up with a need for pancakes yesterday morning. A need, as in, I had to have pancakes as much as I needed to breathe in and out. Has that ever happened to you? I don’t get that feeling often, but when it hits me I put on some pants, grab the car keys Read.
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maitreya
I finally found a laughing buddha for sale on line that’s a dead ringer for the one that used to stand on the display case in Lazy Jane’s Cafe. He’s the usual fat-bellied buddha in an open robe, but the particular version of him that I’m looking for appears to be caught in the middle Read.
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bologna
On the way home from work this evening we were stopped almost literally in our tracks when we both caught sight of the specials chalked on a sign standing on the sidewalk in front of Stalzy’s Deli on Atwood Avenue: “Fried egg and bologna sandwich!” we said. I coasted for another block. “Sounds good,” B Read.
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hum ditty
Dinner on Thursday night is my job, so it’s been known as guy night for many, many moons here in Our Humble O’Bode. I gave up trying to cook anything that couldn’t be grilled over hot charcoal, and most of the time I take the easy way out and treat My Darling B to dinner Read.
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full
Umami, the one and only place in this town to eat a delicious bowl of ramen, finally opened the patio they’ve been working on out front of their shop. My Darling B caught the news of this announcement somewhere and we made a date to meet after work yesterday. I hoofed the eight or ten Read.
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self control
After lunch at Cronies Cafe yesterday my mom asked me, as we stepped out into the street, “Did you want to visit the book store?” “Oh, heck yes!” I answered, because, you know, books! She was referring to Book Cellar, a book store on main street. I stop by every time I visit because it Read.
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