- I like Aquitaine in the South End. I haven't had its steak frites (which the MKA says are amazing) and I couldn't tell you anything about its sister-storefront in Chestnut Hill, Aquitaine Bis. But Aquitaine has grapefruit juice martinis for breakfast and the most perfectly-sized brunch AND a prix-fixe menu that comes with its own subtly-covered sticky bun and good music and great atmosphere and -- and-- and-- it's right next to the Cyclorama so next time the Cyclorama has something awesome you want to see, well, go to brunch at Aquitaine for $10 bucks a pop (not including, sadly, the cocktails) and enjoy the deliciousness.
- I do NOT like Starbucks' Skinny Lattes, no matter the flavor. I can still taste the aspartame, and I'm sorry but what's the point of eating something sugary if you're not going to have the real-sugar version? I'd rather just have a celery stick. This sentiment goes hand-in-hand with my sentiments about Slim Fast's Optima bars, which taste of pressed cardboard with a sinister sweetness to them. Nor do I remain un-hungry for hours afterward. My stomach usually wants something pronto to combat the havoc wreaked by eating a brick of pulp-wood.
- I like The Dud Avocado. It's a little ridiculous and sort of poorly written in some respects, reminds me in no small part of a slightly wittier Wodehouse with the Jeeves taken out, but I can respect any comic novel written by a woman about a young lady who betakes herself to Paris for adventures and comes out looking foolish and not at all the wiser for it. Kind of like someone I know, only too well.
- I definitely detest being sick, especially the week before my birthday. I had a goal for a pair of birthday jeans, and even if it wasn't even remotely close to being recognized I'd have liked to continue working on it. But instead, I was sick. Sick as all get out. Fortunately, this meant I didn't have to do jury duty on Monday. Unfortunately, it means I'll have to serve in June. On a Friday. If any of you, my close friends and companions, have intentions to be nefarious and then get caught in Suffolk County (or is Boston Middlesex County? I don't remember) in the next couple months, save it for early June. I'll try to be on your jury panel, and duly account for your character in a scene reminiscent of Twelve Angry Men.
I also like my birthday and its attendant celebrations. Less than a week to go, dear ones!!!