Emerging with an appetite
Recently briefly resurfaced to indulge in edible decadence (and to see a horrible movie). First things first.
For a righteous peach cobbler a la mode (how else?), visit the lovely Georgia Brown's on 15th ank K. The host was gracious, the waiter genteel, and the peach cobbler...oh the peach cobbler.
I went rather late in the evening and had the pleasure of a the staff's considerate attention, though they must have been tired.
I am a committed coffee drinker (though I could quit at a careless moment's notice), but the chai at Artizen was truly divine, and made after-work Tuesday feel like Friday evening. Rakesh, the owner, explained that he was the pickiest of picky when it came to his chai. Lovely.
Both the cobbler and the chai replaced the bad taste of "In Her Shoes", which should be in the garbage with half-eaten bags of popcorn. Contrary to reviews, the movie offered little for men or women, or for anyone who has had a fight with their sister or has listened to black men rant about basketball. (How can you get that wrong? Do your research, and watch Barkley on TNT). Dialogue was weak, quality acting spare, and lots of Cameron Diaz leg and rear end to make up the difference. Um, legs? Yes they go on forever, but 90 minutes is a bit much. There are other places one could go for a more interactive limb experience. That's the last time I crawl out of indie world for a chick flick (though I know chick lit, flicks, mags are taking over the world holding a Kate Spade bag and stomping in a pair of Jimmy Choos).
For a righteous peach cobbler a la mode (how else?), visit the lovely Georgia Brown's on 15th ank K. The host was gracious, the waiter genteel, and the peach cobbler...oh the peach cobbler.
I went rather late in the evening and had the pleasure of a the staff's considerate attention, though they must have been tired.
I am a committed coffee drinker (though I could quit at a careless moment's notice), but the chai at Artizen was truly divine, and made after-work Tuesday feel like Friday evening. Rakesh, the owner, explained that he was the pickiest of picky when it came to his chai. Lovely.
Both the cobbler and the chai replaced the bad taste of "In Her Shoes", which should be in the garbage with half-eaten bags of popcorn. Contrary to reviews, the movie offered little for men or women, or for anyone who has had a fight with their sister or has listened to black men rant about basketball. (How can you get that wrong? Do your research, and watch Barkley on TNT). Dialogue was weak, quality acting spare, and lots of Cameron Diaz leg and rear end to make up the difference. Um, legs? Yes they go on forever, but 90 minutes is a bit much. There are other places one could go for a more interactive limb experience. That's the last time I crawl out of indie world for a chick flick (though I know chick lit, flicks, mags are taking over the world holding a Kate Spade bag and stomping in a pair of Jimmy Choos).
posted by Rhonda Henderson at 8:38 PM
1 Comments:
Interested in seeing a quality film, check out Good Night and Good Luck. It moves George Clooney from the Oceans 11 & 12 senior pretty boy to something of a real artist, not to mention the films political savy and social criticism. Check it out, its worth the $9.50 (is that the price now?).
I dig your blogg -- you have a talent with writing that is entertaining, humorous and keeps one interested to hear more. KUDOS!!
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