This morning I had to suggest a place to get breakfast, and it made me realize that I am no breakfast connaisseur (connaisseuse?). All I could suggest were Dumpy Dawgs and Le Peep, two mediocre places by my workplace. The loveliest breakfast haunts in Chicago are Nookies and Orange, both in Lakeview/Boys Town. At Nookies, they know what I'm going to order every time, which is comforting in a Chicago's-finally-home sort of way. Orange just opened, and instead of going for a cosmopolitan vibe—always possible when your establishment's name has just one syllable—the restaurant's tagline is "A contemporary brunch spot... with a peel!" Too cutesy, although their french toast is made with coconut milk. I have since started making french toast that way, and damnitall if it isn't the tastiest way to do things. You can steal that idea and impress your breakfast guests. Why don't people have breakfast parties? I would love to do that.
A few years ago, Adam and Andy and I were shopping at Encore, which is a used record store in Ann Arbor. We found a very funny straight edge record by a band called Plagued With Rage. If you molded all the straight edge cliches (Champion hoodies, Xes everywhere, GO!, floorpunching, teenagers) into one band, Plagued With Rage would be it. Of course we bought the record for its comic value. We went back to Andy's room in South Quad, put the record on, and shouted the lyrics while fingerpointing and doing Ray Cappo kicks off the beds. It was the worst record, but the best time. We revisted the lyrics this afternoon over IM:
As Annie and I discovered today, the interweb does not have any fan sites for Peter Jennings. We believe that such a man, who has shown journalistic grace under pressure during the past month, deserves his own subsite. We will resolve this void soon.
A few years ago, Adam and Andy and I were shopping at Encore, which is a used record store in Ann Arbor. We found a very funny straight edge record by a band called Plagued With Rage. If you molded all the straight edge cliches (Champion hoodies, Xes everywhere, GO!, floorpunching, teenagers) into one band, Plagued With Rage would be it. Of course we bought the record for its comic value. We went back to Andy's room in South Quad, put the record on, and shouted the lyrics while fingerpointing and doing Ray Cappo kicks off the beds. It was the worst record, but the best time. We revisted the lyrics this afternoon over IM:
Adam: You can't take away my pride / The youthcrew stands by my fucking side / The unity - The strength / The feeling from inside
Adam: uhhhmmmm. check out your meter there buddy
As Annie and I discovered today, the interweb does not have any fan sites for Peter Jennings. We believe that such a man, who has shown journalistic grace under pressure during the past month, deserves his own subsite. We will resolve this void soon.
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