Earlier this week I tried a new restaurant. Sort of. To the best of my recollection I’d never been to Louix Louis, though I once upon a time dined at its predecessor Stock, when the building — now the St. Regis hotel — was still called the Trump.

It was just a work lunch so I didn’t really get after it, so to speak, but I did think that both the baby gem Caesar salad (w/ maple bacon, free-range egg, croutons, and Parmigiano-Reggiano) and the branzino (w/ sauce Grenobloise, oven dry cherry tomato, spinach) were excellent.

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25 years after it came out, I am finally watching Gilmore Girls. I remember watching it early on, for a few episodes, and I’m surprised how my first impressions have changed. I thought I was in love with Lorelai, but really it was just Lauren Graham; Lorelai bugs me. I thought I hated Luke, but I don’t. I actually am Luke in many ways — I just assumed I hated him because of his backward baseball hat. Also, I had no idea that Grant Lee Phillips is the town troubadour!