restaurants

Bryan and I are terrible tourists. Really bad. I saw more of “tourist” New York in 48 hours (by myself and with a friend for the second day) than I’ve seen with Bryan, and we’ve spent nearly a month total time in New York together. We’d much rather visit with friends, lounge around, and eat. Thus I present to you a comprehensive guide to just about everything we ate in both Austin and New York. (And I do mean comprehensive. Grab a cuppa, we’ll be here a while.)

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He does. Pees on command too. He’s been quite sweet, laying on the floor next to me while I cough on the couch.

Here’s what I’ve gleaned from the couch today:

• Ron Moore can write things other than great Battlestar: Galactica scripts. Read some smart, insightful stuff about the strike.
• What isn’t as smart or insightful? Our president’s art interpretation. Apparently Bush’s favorite painting doesn’t quite depict what he thought.
• I’m going to a swanky dinner at Masa’s for my birthday. Here’s what those Michelin stars really mean in a restaurant review.
• Watching old episodes of The X-Files both makes me happy that I have the DVDs and sad when I see season 9 on tv and realize how bad it got in the end. Thank god I was in Japan and didn’t get to watch the debacle live every week.