|picturesque entry from gigantic parking lot|
|my steak, fried onions, mashed potato & sprouts|
|dessert at CoolFish|
Again, because the evening started "after work," we qualified for the Early Dinner - 3 courses, my starter was a just OK quesadilla, my steak and mashed potato main was quite good, and my dessert was a mighty and well-constructed fortress of chocolate. These portions were not shrunken for the early diners either.
And finally, Himself and I rode out to Flintstone Manor the other night to make sure that what needed to be turned off, was, and what needed to be left on, was, before the approaching voyage. We stopped at Main Catch in Commack -- I'm assuming that if you're reading this, you have a computer and can look up maps and directions if you're so moved.
|the tnny silver buttons don't show|
you'll have to take my word for it
they're not very nice.
I'm distressed by what may be a trend - cheap metal buttons on perfectly nice blouses. Most recently, this one, which is a nice silk blouse with a really nice collar, but because of the buttons it's going back to Banana Republic this very afternoon. I thought the buttons might look "not terrible" out of the store, but then I reminded myself that "not terrible" is not the standard to which I aspire.
the entire thing here, and on that page is a link to the delightful recap of episode 1 of season 3. So far I haven't found any more of these, and if you should come across any, please let me know. If I meet the author, I know just what to say: "I love your mind."
oops. almost forgot: this is a J.Crew sweater from days of yore. Cashmere, still soft and thick and happy-making, still hasn't pilled (crosses fingers and toes).