In the last post you heard of my latest adventure getting stranded in Detroit. Fortunately it was not in a blizzard, like in 1998. I take carry on luggage as often as possible when traveling. It is easier to manage and the airline can’t lose what you don’t give them. It means that you need to . . . → Read More: Carry on
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I fly a lot. Well, more than most and less than a true road warrior. I do, however, have Gold Medallion status on Delta, which should count for something. Occasionally I travel for an out of town job, but mostly I travel for fun. By fun, I mean the part of the trip in between the . . . → Read More: The Not So Friendly Skies I am, by nature, not a very subtle person. OK, that might be a bit of an understatement, but you get the point. I am also not a terrific photographer. Combine these facts and you get a clumsy person who is obviously making fun of the people she is photographing, even though she is trying to . . . → Read More: Not Very Subtle The only thing more annoying than being told you ought to like a wine (when you don’t) is being lied to about the vintage in an effort to sound impressive. Sunday morning, my mother picked me up to accompany her to Boca Bacchanal, and the wine seminar. There is a country song here, folks (“My Daddy’s Got . . . → Read More: Thanks for Playing “World Famous Super Fish Sandwich”. Sounds pretty good, no? After continuously driving by a billboard making this claim, and commenting on it several times, I decided to give it a try. If it is world famous, it must be so for a reason. I stopped into Craig’s Restaurant at Mile Marker 90 for lunch, by myself. . . . → Read More: Hyperbole The eating fest that was my trip to New York began (after crashing a few parties – see previous post) with dinner at Cacio e Pepe, in the East Village. This is an entire restaurant named after one of the greatest, and simplest, Italian dishes of all time. It is pasta with pecorino cheese and . . . → Read More: Too Much of a Good Thing The great thing about New York City is the many things there are to do, at all times. Last week, I was in New York for a few days. I landed Thursday, shared a car with someone I knew on my flight, and headed to my friend’s place on the Upper West Side. From there, . . . → Read More: I ♥ NY Mrs. Mac’s Kitchen is an unassuming place tucked just off of the Overseas Highway at Mile Marker 99. established in 1976, they are on their second set of owners, who seem to be doing a darn good job. Mrs. Mac’s claims to have the largest collection of license plates east of the Mississippi. Although I . . . → Read More: Mrs. Mac’s You probably never heard of Ilo Ferreira. Neither had I. One day, several months ago, I heard a guy singing a catchy tune on (where else?) Radio Margaritaville. My little radio display simply read “Ilo”. As it turns out, Jimmy Buffett was hanging out in a bar in the Cape Verde Islands last year when he . . . → Read More: Sunny Day A couple of months ago, I reviewed Abbondanza, on Simonton Street here. The first experience there was delightful. I am sad to report, however, that it seems that was a fluke. A couple of weeks ago, we visited Abbondanza in hopes of repeating the same good meal we had the first time. Alas, it was not meant . . . → Read More: Eat My Words |
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