Restaurant Review

So the three bryant children went out to dinner two nights ago to a new scadanavian/polish restaurant in the 'hood. It was intresting experience and insightful into human behavior. I ate a crawfish sandwich which was excellent--seriously one of the best sandwiches I've ever had. Annie and Paul had average sandwiches but nothing to write home about. Beers were 7!!! dollars a piece--how pretentious is that (my sandwhich was 7.50) but service was AWFUL. It took an hour for our food to come and we had all just ordered sadwiches. Fortunately for us, our goal was to talk to each other, listen to music, and hang out before the lil bro left town, but if I had been in the mindset of coming to eat and then leaving I probably would have complained and left.

And that's exactly what the table next to us did. They got their food after a similarly long wait, weren't happy with it, and walked out. I felt sorry for the waitress (no tips, angry customers), sorry for the cook--they obviously had one guy back there all by himself preparing the food as fast as he could--and mad at the owners--new business, why have such horrible service?

Patience is a virtue, and I'm glad we were patient, but when you are paying for a service you deserve service. As sypathetic customers, we left a big tip, but I felt like giving the owners an earful on the way out. One star.

June

Walked to work yesterday, and DC was so humid and hazy that I couldn't see the capitol building from the vista on 13th ST. Sweat pooled in my shoes, and my face was shiny and red by the time I sat down in my air condintioned office. My little brother is down here working, and I wish he would never leave. I've concluded that living near family is a HUGE plus. Right out of highschool I wanted to see the ends of the earth, and I didn't care where I lived as long as it was far, far, away from Scio, NY. I felt trapped in a box, and couldn't wait to burst free. 10 years latter, my mindset has mellowed. I still want to see the world, but the ability to barbeque together as siblings on a whim, and shoot the breeze is sooo nice. A simple life pleasure. I hope we don't scatter permanetly--seeing each other at X-mas once a year seems so sad.

Miscellaneous musings:

I saw Martin Van Buren's house last weekend in Kinderhook NY. Our eighth president. Our tour guy was a park ranger from Georgia who went from National Park to National Park every summer. Seemed like a pretty cool way to see the country. I add that occupation on to my running list of jobs I'd like to have: cafe owner, librarian, park ranger....

I also saw a good friend get married to a great guy. It was one of those weddings that is so RIGHT.

I'm tired of renting and throwing money away--need to buy a condo or someting.

Might run the boilermaker race in Utica, NY with my dad. Something to strive for.