We had a little rain overnight. At one point, with the temperature at only 70 degrees, Debbie-the-wonder-host and I took Brillo out for his walk. Thankfully Debbie had her sweater on. You know. So she wouldn't perish in the cold.
Having defied the odds by narrowly surviving such frigid conditions, we headed to what will undoubtedly become a regular haunt of mine -- Jan's Coffeeshop, an American classic; booths with pea green studded upholstery, blue haired ladies with drawn on eyebrows, a long counter with perhaps ten or more swivel seats and bottomless cups of muddy coffee.
At the risk of sounding a little uncouth saying this, I still find myself feeling more at home reading a menu with items like Turkey sausage patties, Greak Salad, 3 eggs (your way) and home fries then I do with one boasting Caramelized Belgian Endive,
Curried "Brunoise" of Banana, Micro-Cilantro
and "Gastrique de Vinaigre de Clos Chatart".
I didn't even know a Banana had a Brunoise and I've eaten a million of them. I know it's all supposed to sound mouth watering but honestly, to me, it does have the rather read like a who's who of harmful bacteria. Not to mention about three bucks a word. I know. I'm a peasant.
Good to know I have Jan's nearby. Real food served by fantastically flawed, real people.
Having downed our food and swilled our coffee, Debbie and I got in the car and ran a few errands. Most important of these was picking up a new pair of Onion Goggles.
I turned on the car's air-conditioner. On November 2nd. 'Nuff said.
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