Listen! I know! You’re worried! WHAT DID JESSICA HAVE FOR DINNER THIS WEEKEND?? Well, listen – I was weekending out in the wilds of Connecticut, where they have no internet access, so I was unable to report. But here’s my catch-up:
So a very good set of college friends, Ryan and Kelly, just this weekend moved to Connecticut! Woot! Yes, that’s right – Jessica finally has a friend, but only because one MOVED HERE. So anyway, I helped them move (read: “helped them eat at restaurants”).
We got in lateish on Saturday, so we went straight to the basically-great brewery that they have like two blocks away from their apartment. I had a BLT, because Ryan stole the awesome-looking other-sandwich that I was going to order away from me. Also, a side of what they called “garlic fries,” which were “normal fries,” with like six garlic cloves chopped up and sort of thrown on top. ASTOUNDINGLY GOOD. Admittedly kind of insane, but ASTOUNDINGLY GOOD. You can totally just see its insanity here in this picture:
We had had just enough beers at the brewery that on our walk home, stopping in at the weird little local dance-club-bar-hip-hop-karaoke-joint-steakhouse that dudes were standing out on the sidewalk shilling for seemed like a good idea. Inside, it was us, the bartender, and his girlfriend. I sound like I’m knocking it, but I swear I am not: this is the perfect situation in which a bored bartender trying to attract repeat customers will feed you weird Chambord-and-Jagger-laden shots that taste like watermelon and Dr Pepper all night, which, yes, happened.
And then he rapped. To us. It was awkward.
Pass out, wake up, next morning: suddenly a French-Canadian, her German husband, and two adorable and multi-lingual children are standing out on the sidewalk and shouting our names. I’m just saying: this happens in Connecticut; be prepared. We went to the local adorable Polish diner for breakfast. I had blintzes, though they might have been called by some other name. It was kind of fantastic. Then an Italian mathematician and his hot Portuguese (I think? I’m sticking with “Portuguese”) wife show up with their adorable multi-lingual child and we start moving. Children = surprisingly helpful.
Unfortunately, I hadn’t eaten in like two hours. So we went to the amazing taco joint that is also like one single block from their house. This is what Jessica looks like when she is waiting for tacos:
WARNING: Do not allow fingers to stray too near Jessica when she is waiting for tacos.
For dessert – Dairy Queen. A walk-up Dairy Queen (ehn). AND THE WALK-UP DQ IN THEIR TOWN HAS CRUNCHY SPRINKLES. Even more shocking? Not every single person in line was ordering them. WTF, Connecticut-ites??? You treasure those crunchy sprinkles. You treasure them.
We had a long walk around their new town. They live on Main Street, and it effing looks like it, too. It’s “old” in a different way than Providence is. Providence is spooky-Victorian-old, but their town is sort of hometowny-YWCA-Polish-diner-effing-Main-Street-old, you know?
Featuring, happily, some great graffiti. Suck it, Bob!
Actually, interestingly, also what appears to be a pretty great stickering/wheatpasting war:
I’m gonna go ahead and call it: monsters FTW!
And then it was naptime, and then it was hometime. Sunday night dinner in Providence: Julian’s, more beer, excellent pickles, all very good. I had a grilled-chicken-and-fennel sandwich on rye (with some kind of crazy (dill?) aoli or something. Unsurprising admission of the night? I would have been happy to just eat a soup bowl full of the aoli. I ain’t too proud.
Yay! Welcome to boring-ass New England, new old friends!!!
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