First off, we ate at the Avenues Bistro on Third last Friday. We took Baby.
|Whoops, wrong baby|
|That's the one|
I liked all the food, but my favorite was when they brought out the side of olives:
|This picture was taken before all the olives had been consumed|
The rest of the food was pretty good, too:
|Chicken! Beans! Succotash! Bacon!|
Never fear: we caught the 209 instead and walked the arduous block-and-a-half up to 3rd Avenue. And when we were done, we walked all the way back down and caught the 209 back to TRAX. Baby took it well, which was good, since he was being carried or perambulated the entire distance and really had no reason to complain.
I like the Avenues. I like that there is civilization there, but the dirt is close, if you know what I mean. We were sitting at a table on the patio and there were plants and trees and flowers and DIRT close by; no vast stretches of pavement interspersed occasionally by expanses of sod. Not that sod is ugly or a bad thing per se, but I much prefer actual vegetation, you know?
All the houses in the Avenues are so quirky and nice. Maybe someday we'll get a house there.
(I'd like to invite you all to join me in a nice, hearty chuckle)