May 24. Day 328.
My idea of a fun mountain getaway involves: cozy cabin, waking up to the sound of woodpeckers outside my window, making waffles for breakfast, going hiking or skiing, stopping for pizza and a drink at the local brewery, taking time to read, write, and think on the lovely backyard deck overlooking a [...]
May 16. Day 320.
I was having brunch at Bleu Boheme, a bistro I’ve never visited before which caught my eye about a year ago. At last, I was sitting in its lovely dining room.
I zeroed in on a bread basket, which comes with either two baguettes or two toasted croissants, fluffy butter, a mix of [...]
April 30. Day 304.
For months, I’d been wanting to try out Caffe Calabria, which is rumored to serve the best coffee in San Diego. They roast their own — a great sign. I’d read about this place, then forgotten about it, remembered, forgotten.
The problem was that it closes at 3, which is usually around when [...]
April 28. Day 302.
I was jetlagged, still sick, and buried under deadlines. What I really wanted to do was sleep more. Instead, I crawled out and went to Lestat’s for some tea and a bagel, not my usual combo, but it seemed like comfort food. I worked for a few hours, and it was going [...]
April 19. Day 293.
Our first night in Nice we walked by a restaurant called Gargamelle, which looks like an innkeeper’s dining hall from the times of Rabelais. Cozy carpets, low burning candles, pewter chalices, hand scripted menus, the works.
That Friday we asked for a table, but the woman who greeted us replied she was closing. [...]