and that's not all

What are the chances that the day after (unbeknownst to me) the B-Mar posts to d@1, I end up getting lunch at Blue Radish Group subsidiary (and Digby's cousin) City Chow Cafe? My coworker convinced me to schlep down to this place on 19th St. & Broadway, which is attached to her gym. Everything there is in the classic Digbys' style: same clamshell salad containers, same basic stickers on everything, though you can get some overpriced fresh entrees (turkey burger!) and sides (I'll be damned - beets!) to satisfy your "I can afford to join a gym and buy overpriced food at said gym" cravings. I felt the recurring pangs of loss, and hunger, and picked up a Nicoise salad that was actually fairly decent (potatoes, hard-bolied egg, salmon, and some obviously thawed frozen green beans), and the bread was definitely solid, though only a medium-sized wedge was proffered. I'd go back if it weren't so far away and so goddamned hot out.

As advertised, I did bask in the glory of the B-Mar over the 4th weekend in Maine. Granny's had inexplicably moved and was even more inexplicably closed ("we don't open till 5 because yesterday was the 4th" -- touche, Maine), so we ended up at this newfangled place called Wild Burrito. I got a pretty pathetic one with spinach that was sopping wet and had obviously just been defrosted (I sense a theme here) and we also went to the Lobster Pound, at which B-Mar reveled in crustacean juice and I sat listlessly. We will be meeting in a couple of weeks in Boston over a glorious round of Fenway Franks. Someone get B-Mar to bring his glove.