It occurs to me that I have not posted any pictures of the kids recently. Herewith:
We went to Dragon Park on Saturday, part of my effort to get the kids out of the house so that Kevin could sleep peacefully for a few hours. (Such is the life of the bartender and his wife.) Ella, Luke, and I spent some time down in Hillsboro Village--bought a couple of cookbooks at Bookman/Bookwoman, window-shopped at Pangaea (trust me, you cannot take kids in that store), and ate hot dogs at The Dog of Nashville. It was a fun time. In case you can't tell, the kids refused to stand still together for me to get a picture.
Side note: I do not recommend the Dog of Nashville. I had the Chicago-style dog, and it was no match for what they offer at Hot Diggity Dog downtown. Maybe a late-night treat, but the place is only open until midnight, and that only on Friday and Saturday nights. Plus, the Dog's fries are not good. At Hot Diggity Dog, they treat their fries with respect, serving them in their own little brown paper bag. Those are some damn good fries. The Dog's are not so much. If you're in Hillsboro Village (or, "The Vill"--Kevin is trying to start that) for a cheap lunch, I recommend McDougal's (the Chicken Coop) or Savarino's. Don't let the Dog tempt you!
I hope all is well!
love, molly
ps--since this post feels naked without a reference to the A.V. Club, here's my favorite quote from the site today, from the review of Red Hot compilation Dark Was the Night: "In your face, Buffalo Tom."
previous post title source: "Fat Bottomed Girls," Queen
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