Little Trouble in BigTown #3
Yesterday we went to the Mall, and looked at some Art, as the crowds for Air and Space, Natural History, and American History were clogging up the place and interfering with the calm pace (some would say "elderly", but whatever) that we prefer when it comes to museums.
I was surprised by the amount of "name-brand" artists on display, with artists that even a philistine such as myself were able to recognize ("Pele-level" artists, in that you can refer to them by one name and everyone knows who you're talking about) such as Cezanne, Rembrandt, Titian (bit of confusion about how that one's supposed to be pronounced), and Raphael. (Raphael's work, by the way, is so cleaned up and brightly painted that it looks like it was done in Day-Glo compared to some of the darker, moodier-looking pieces on display). There were even a few that I was able to recognize on sight, as they had stolen by Carmen Sandiego.
A Note on Food:
The Streak ended yesterday, after roughly a week, when I went to meet Connie and some of her disc-whipping friends, who proceeded to sit down for a festive meal at Cici's Pizza, which is not only a restaurant I've heard of, but also one where I've spent many a time at with Fpendl and co. back home, learning the ins-and-outs of organized Ultimate. It was a valiant effort, undone by the fact that I kept eating at national chains without realizing it.
Looking at the stack of receipts, some of the culinary highlights I've been able to sample include:
-Cosi, a Panera-style sandwich shop with pretty decent bread (national chain d'OH!!!)
-Five Guys Burgers and Fries, an upscale greasy burger joint ('nother national chain d'OH!!)
-Chipotle (on the safe list)
-Grill Kabob, which proves my theory that the more generic-sounding a restaurant's name sounds, the more likely it is to have that genuine authentic-immigrant taste. Tandoori Lamb Shank with some sort of spice, rice, and salad made for an excellent lunch.
-Z Burger, yet another greasy burger-joint type place which looks suspiciously like a national chain, but does not have its own entry on Wikipedia, so clearly it can't be.
-Timberlake's, a dark and foreboding bar-and-grill sit-down restaurant that looks like there should be some Irish guys duking it out there (no, not those Irish guys), and whose only concession to modernity is a space-age jukebox with touchscreen and credit-card slot. Whether or not they are illegally trading on the name of a pop star has yet to be determined.
-Teaism, a clever play on the idea of "Taoism", except one of them has honey and one has tea.