We're erratic and lunch in small town VT

Or maybe I'm erratic.
Much has changed since we started the blog: Ben and I have both moved (different apartments in his case, different states in mine), we've left our jobs (for a more interesting job 2.0 for ben, and the splendors of rural New England law school in mine), and we've both experimented with unusual chest hair configurations.
But our core love of Digby's remains strong.
BMar updape: I live in Vermont. It's a nice place to live, albeit in the middle-0of-less-than-nowhere. The first year of law school has been both awesome and sucky (my vocabulary has obviously grown). I've cultivated the analytic tools of the lawyerly trade, read a lot of landmark cases and influential theories, and become annoying when my friends want to watch "Law & Order."
I never get to eat at Digby's anymore. There are exactly six places which serve lunch in my town: a diner of low/greasy quality that is best preserved for breakfasts, a pizza place that sells bad pizza at surprisingly high prices, two bars, a deli/convenience store, and the on-campus cafeteria that is pretty small and minimalist. The only place I really like for lunch is one of the two bars, which actually has a reasonable restaurant business and a great view of the town green.