Category: restaurants
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Let The Unemployment Begin!
Let the four-day weekend begin! Oh, wait … I’m unemployed, so it’s really more like an indefinite weekend. Well, whatever. I applied for unemployment first thing yesterday morning … or rather, it was first thing after doinking around on the internet for an hour, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it until… Read.
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that was the day that was
On this misty, crappy, cold day we declined to make the usual weekly circuit of the farmer’s market, so instead My Darling B offered to take me to Plaka Taverna for brunch. Plaka used to be Cleveland’s Diner, one of our favorite places to get breakfast on a Sunday, and they still serve what they… Read.
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WFF final day
Our first film of the day was a short documentary, Growing In Knowing: The Gateway to Midvale Garden. Scrap metal artist Erika Koivunen gets the kids of the Midvale Elementary School to bring her boxes of scrap metal, and she shows them how she makes a garden gateway out of it. I would have given… Read.
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Alas, Peppino’s
Peppino’s closed up shop in December, and the place is nearly empty now. I used to have dinner here with My Darling B every Friday the Thirteenth (November was the last). Now it’s waiting to become an entirely different Italian restaurant. I miss Peppino’s. Read.
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eating people for breakfast
Neither My Darling B nor I are breakfast-eating people. I had to think awhile about how to punctuate that sentence so it implied we were people who didn’t usually eat breakfast, and not so that it sounded like we would even think of eating people for breakfast. Because we do, every morning. Everybody in Madison… Read.
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stiffed
Friday was the last day for one of the people in our department, so a bunch of us ordered sub sandwiches from Potbelly’s and everybody threw in a little extra to buy Sandie’s lunch. The delivery guy from Potbelly’s came to the office about thirty seconds after I took a phone call that I couldn’t… Read.
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L’Etoile
Breakfast this morning is just a cup of coffee, because that’s all that I can hold. I’m still feeling full after last night’s dinner. After saying for I don’t know how many years that we were finally going to eat dinner at L’Etoile, we broke down and did it last night when they offered a… Read.
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Willalby’s
Willalby’s. The name of the diner we were trying to remember yesterday is Willalby’s Cafe. Sandwiched in between a tattoo parlor and a Vietnamese restaurant, it’s easy to overlook, as we’d done for so many years. Yesterday while we were looking for a place to eat breakfast, though, we remember and made a beeline straight… Read.
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convergence
We’re talking about what we wanted to do with our morning. The night before, we had a plan to go to breakfast at the farmer’s market, a traditional breakfast of scrambled eggs that sounded pretty good, then make our usual stop at Saint Vinnie’s to browse the book shelves, then drive to the farthest reaches… Read.
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waffle waffle waffle
My Darling B set her alarm clock to wake us at seven this morning so we could be among the first in line for the fund-raiser breakfast at the Dane County Farmer’s Market. A fabulous spread was planned and we love to support the market. When B’s clock tried to bleep us awake, however, she… Read.
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