June 16, 2006

• uh-oh

  I’ve been having a bit of a flirt with one of our authors, someone Ben handles.  I’ve been helping out some because I adore the book, and the author and I have been quipping back and forth over e-mail.  He’s right around Leo’s age, about 54, not bad-looking in the photos I’ve seen, and has primarily been a music journo, tho that’s not the topic of the new book.  He’s reading tonight, and I was going to hang out in the city after the half-day of work and go…except it’s supposed to be in the 90s this weekend and what I should probably do is go back to Brooklyn and buy an air conditioner for the living room.  I *may* be able to do that and get back to the city for the 7 PM reading.  He’s also coming into the office next week to do a podcast.

  
  

  Leo and I ate last night at the venerable Joe’s of Avenue U.  This is a serious old-school Sicilian joint right near where we live, where you can eat-in or take out.  We ate there a couple of times after we first moved in, and recently, we’ve been taking out from there on Thursday nights (Leo gets paid on Thursdays).  They have some very good fish dishes, Leo loves their calamari salad, and we’re thoroughly addicted to their stuffed artichokes.  Last night we decided to eat in, and I figured it was time to try one of their serious regional specialties, pasta con sarde — pasta with fresh sardines, wild fennel, raisins, pine nuts, bread crumbs, etc.  I gotta say — this might be one of the best things I’ve ever eaten in my life.  I made sure to tell the owner so.  I don’t think I’ve ever had fresh sardines before and they are beyond luscious.

  
  

  As is Eric Bana, so buy yrself a copy of Munich. 

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