Yesterday we saw what would have been a solid entry in my “best movies of 2017” list had I seen it when it came out: Call Me By Your Name (imdb | rotten tomatoes). It was exquisite. Amazing. Sensual, moving, luscious, mesmerizing…all of these things. The lead actors: incredible. The supporting actors: perfect. We both thought about it and talked about it all afternoon and evening, and it keeps running through my head a full day later. If Timothée Chalamet doesn’t win some kind of award for that, then something’s very wrong.

And then, from the sublime to the ridiculous, as we had lunch at King Taps. I forgot the NFL playoffs would be on TV. Check that: on TVs…so many TVs. It was also so full of bros as to beggar the imagination. At one point we saw a group of five of them talking and all five were wearing black baseball hats on backward, and the same black faux-leather jacket. Well done, fellas.

Anyway, the beer selection and food was as good as always. We had the Bang Bang shrimp w/ spicy miso and soy caramel, and the Stinging Bee pizza w/ soppressata, kale, mozzarella, and Calabrian honey. We raided their rotating local tap list, and hard. In the end, that food + nine (!) beers between us only cost $91, so it was almost worth the mind-numbing play-by-play and bro-downs.

Almost.