Things that I love: eating breakfast out, bloody marys, indian food, boys who bring me flowers. This being said, I had a really good morning. This in spite of the fact that I am getting sick and feel like total shit. I have a low tolerance for physical discomfort, and when I am ill I get really depressed. I could make some hypothosis about this being due to Portland-era flashbacks of sickness, but in reality, I've always been a baby in the face of a virus.
I finally had a Sunday off from the soul-crushingly boring and useless Mezze Morning, and made my first trip to the West Side for Chris/Audrea/Ted's sort-of-illegal restaurant. The three of them have a pretty awsome set-up where they each have tasks, and the proceeds go to the mortgage on their house. There is one set menu every Sunday, with drinks extra. This morning they had made indian: potatos with "appropriate spices," eggs with spinach (or vegan spinach) and tomato sauce, a dal, mint chutney, indian pickle and a warm tortilla in place of naan. The food, made to order, was delicious. We decided the potatos could have been spicier, but with the mint chutney they were great. The eggs were scrambled with spinach and topped with the butter-chickeny sauce and were fucking amazing. I really couldn't have been more pleased with the quality of food.
Part of the deal is that with your $6 breakfast you also get live music by local musicians. I had to leave before Marky Rozema and his act went on, but I'm sure it made the Pogues very happy. Just kidding.
It makes me so pleased to know people who are this cool. People in this city who make their houses into restaurants and cook good indian and, you know, do things. I think maybe my least attractive quality is a laziness I can't shake. I admire initiative in my friends. I aspire to it, i guess. Maybe its a start that I know people cooler than me.