We went to a seriously overpriced cafe for breakfast yesterday. We decided to try a new place instead of going to one of the tried and true breakfast joints we usually go to. (It goes without saying that this wasn't my idea, I'm the stick in the mud who always wants to go back to the same place, seated as I am in the if-it-aint-broke-don't-fix-it section.) I was delighted to see tabasco on the tables but couldn't actually bring myself to put it on my overcooked omelet. That color just isn't right. And the ketchup I suspect was being refilled with an inferior brand, the way it speckled the glass is not the way Heinz usually does. Plus that label is a long way from brand new.
Look, we are so pasty white that we overexpose photos naturally. The rest of the day we didn't do much although I did go down to the library to take back the Keith Jarrett Koln Concert album and pick up a few more cds. I had heard a track of his on the radio and it turns out that that album is one of the all time jazz greats from the 70's. Every time I hear some music I like I rush out to investigate it only to find out it is from 30 years ago or more. Case in point: I picked up some Vince Guaraldi yesterday and really dug one of the albums. Turns out it was produced in '62. Before I even walked the earth. At least the Jane Monheit I got is from this new(ish) millenium. What else? Dinner was leftovers and we watched Tout Le Monde En Parle last night. I'll catch up on the Simpsons and Desperate Housewives tonight. Have a lovely Monday peeps.