A Cool, Rainy, Parenthetical Sunday
May. 15th, 2011 07:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanFriday I acquired CutePuppy (or, as Gardner Dozois corrected, the Puppy acquired me) for a puppy-sitting weekend. On Saturday I took her to the Union Square Greenmarket with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
0eris0. Puppy was torn between being VERY! EXCITED! and overwhelmed by the overstimulation [smells! dogs! smells! people! OMG!], but she did well and mostly remembered her training. She also handled the subway like a trooper. I acquired veggie greens, and pheasant sausage, and sparkling cider, and merguez. Nom. I resisted the fresh-cut irises, but only just, and only after staring longingly for several minutes.
Puppy tucked back in the apartment, we then made several successful thrift store raids [a pair of never-before-worn jeans for $15? A linen/cotton Talbots blouse for $6? Score! And the money goes to Housing Works, so even better.].
We also checked out MXco, a - obviously - Mexican cafe on the UES which has gotten mixed reviews. I have to say, the portions were perfectly sized (as opposed to the "overflow the plate" theory still popular at too many places), the food was well-prepared, the dessert we split was excellent (molten cake the way it should be, with lots of cocoa and not so much sugar), and the tab for the UES was damned reasonable. And they serve good teas, not Lipton crap, which puts them in my good graces. Is it good Mexican? No, not really. But for NYC (where you can get amazing Cuban, Southwestern and Spanish, but not so much Mexican), it wasn't bad. And as "spicy-tasty food," it was pretty good.
Then the guy came buy, packed me and CutePuppy up, and we went back to my apartment where another experiment in group living (2 humans, 2 cats, 1 dog and 1 squeaky toy) was attempted. As I said on Twitter, this was either a sitcom or the start of a horror novel. As we all survived the night, I guess it was a sitcom.
(despite the local place being out of anchovies for the spinach-and-anchovies pizza. Yes, we both like anchovies on our pizza. A Sign, I say... also probably a sign that yes, it was a sitcom. We made do with spinach and sausage.)
And now G. is off to Austin for the week, and the animals have gone back to bed. I'm eating leftover pizza, drinking coffee, listening to the rain, and waiting for the brain to kick in so I can get back to work before I have to return the puppy....
0eris0. Puppy was torn between being VERY! EXCITED! and overwhelmed by the overstimulation [smells! dogs! smells! people! OMG!], but she did well and mostly remembered her training. She also handled the subway like a trooper. I acquired veggie greens, and pheasant sausage, and sparkling cider, and merguez. Nom. I resisted the fresh-cut irises, but only just, and only after staring longingly for several minutes. Puppy tucked back in the apartment, we then made several successful thrift store raids [a pair of never-before-worn jeans for $15? A linen/cotton Talbots blouse for $6? Score! And the money goes to Housing Works, so even better.].
We also checked out MXco, a - obviously - Mexican cafe on the UES which has gotten mixed reviews. I have to say, the portions were perfectly sized (as opposed to the "overflow the plate" theory still popular at too many places), the food was well-prepared, the dessert we split was excellent (molten cake the way it should be, with lots of cocoa and not so much sugar), and the tab for the UES was damned reasonable. And they serve good teas, not Lipton crap, which puts them in my good graces. Is it good Mexican? No, not really. But for NYC (where you can get amazing Cuban, Southwestern and Spanish, but not so much Mexican), it wasn't bad. And as "spicy-tasty food," it was pretty good.
Then the guy came buy, packed me and CutePuppy up, and we went back to my apartment where another experiment in group living (2 humans, 2 cats, 1 dog and 1 squeaky toy) was attempted. As I said on Twitter, this was either a sitcom or the start of a horror novel. As we all survived the night, I guess it was a sitcom.
(despite the local place being out of anchovies for the spinach-and-anchovies pizza. Yes, we both like anchovies on our pizza. A Sign, I say... also probably a sign that yes, it was a sitcom. We made do with spinach and sausage.)
And now G. is off to Austin for the week, and the animals have gone back to bed. I'm eating leftover pizza, drinking coffee, listening to the rain, and waiting for the brain to kick in so I can get back to work before I have to return the puppy....
