Scary stuff, sarameg! Yikes, drive-by shooting scare me.
There was an accident on the main road outside my apartment complex last night, which must have happened about 15-20 minutes before I got there. I started thinking "What if?" which isn't a good thing mentally.
ION, I just remembered that, with my dad coming up on Sunday, I can finally treat him to the long-promised fancy steakhouse dinner for his birthday/Father's Day gift this year (I've offered him the dinner in previous years, but could never afford it). I'm going to take him to Tramonto's in Wheeling, which is the place that was featured in the final Chicago episode of Top Chef. In addition to the top-notch steaks, the desserts there are supposed to be superb (Gale Gand is the dessert culinary genius in the Chicago area, and she's the other name chef at this place in addition to Tramonto himself.)
I was thinking about taking him to Pete Miller's instead, but Tramonto's is a bit less formal ("upscale casual" is how Zagat's lists its dresscode), if no less pricey. (The great thing about living in the Wheeling area is that there are at least five different highly-rated steakhouses within ten miles of my apartment.)
Ack, indeed. Best a.m. meeting ever.
Let us all endeavour to be early always from now on.
I am so still sleepy. Forgot to drink the tea while hot, and it's untemptingly warm. Forgot to eat the ice while very cold, and it's untemptingly clumped. I am Goldilocks and the three bears with a touch of the Princess and the pea.
Fucking hell, this is on my commute and 5 minutes from home: [link]
yikes!
I'm going to take him to Tramonto's in Wheeling, which is the place that was featured in the final Chicago episode of Top Chef.
Ooh!!! Can't wait to hear the report!
Tramonto's in Wheeling, which is the place that was featured in the final Chicago episode of Top Chef.
oooh, Scallopgate... good times. But definitely report back on your visit!
Right now, it's looking like I need to take an alternate route home because the Wabash is closed at that intersection.
I myself am not much fond of flying bullets.
I myself am not much fond of flying bullets.
I like them much better when they are flying away from me. In such cases you could characterise me as quite fond, actually.
Hey, beisbol-type people: is there an example of a men's game where a pitcher was about to get a no-hitter and the opposing team decided to let him?
I've never heard that. I have heard of a few occasions where a pitcher who was traded away served up a fat one to his ex-teammate because it would (a) get his average over .300 on the last day of the season, or (b) get him to a round number of home runs in a meaningless game.
Feh, the intersection is still reported as closed. Must take alternate annoying route. Probably just as well. Were it open, it'd probably be backed up with gawkers.
Homeward bound.
Sara- be safe.
I think I may offer up waffles for dinner.
