After a long weekend catching up at work, we started the weekend as lazily as possible, with breakfast at Wagner's up the block from the apartment. Pictured you see the "European Platter." I suspect the designation was intentionally vague, as the only "European" I could associate it with is Bosnian. Plasticky cheese and processed meat, with a roll. Well. Ain't French anyway. Say what you like about France, but I know for damn sure I got better than this at a gas station there. Caveat! No criticism of Bosnia intended - it's got the most highly-developed pizza-cuisine in the world, I think. First place I've ever seen the fried-egg pizza-pie. And enjoyed it immensely! So I suspect the cuisine is merely in hibernation, until the economy catches up...
Expecting guests, we turned our attention to the cleanup. A non-trivial matter, as evidenced by the accompanying illustration. I did my best, and got close. Hooper was unimpressed.
Still, Carrie and I went out to dinner at the Reef. Where we passed out fliers for the upcoming Cine-X shows, starting on Sunday. And then trekked up and down Fourth Ave., passing out fliers, leaving them on counters, taping them in windows, and generally talking up the event...
With winter approaching, it was drizzling nicely. Fortunately, now I've got a raincoat. Here I'm standing in Caffe Vita, wearing my birthday present.
Arriving at home, I commisserated with my poor bicycle, still suffering from an old flat. No temptation to ride a bike in the rain. And you can see the leaves slowly gathering in the basket...
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