Disappointing
Sep. 27th, 2004 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
firstfrostHaving realized that there's not a lot of point in going straight home, I decided to entertain myself in Harvard Square. I managed to find two books to buy at Wordsworth, but it was hard. The store is dying - they filed chapter 11 a few weeks ago, and are apparently looking for an investor with $1million to save them (Cambridge Chronicle article, since the Globe doesn't have older articles for free). But in the meantime, the shelves are nigh empty. Probably very much the reaction ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tirinian to the movers de-apartmenting the apartment - "this is the remains of something I cared about".
Then I went to Redline for dinner. The first time or two I went, it was really quite good. This time, it was... uninteresting. The bruschetta was haphazard vinaigretted vegetables falling off of dry white toast. The duck was more well-done than I'm used to seeing duck, but not bad; the sausage and sweet potato hash was probably the best part, but I'm sure I've liked their sweet potato hash better before. And upright baby spinach leaves (like a disconnected sprig of spinach) are a somewhat eccentric garnish. The almond/pear tart was an okay almond tart, but the pear slices were... pickled in watery lemon juice? I'm not at all sure what was going on there. And there was a cocktail party starting shortly after I was seated, so there were people standing at my elbow all dinner. Still, the waitress was very nice.
Now I'm home, and I can't get the last point of the Rhinoceros Ridge -> Lagniappe chart memorized. Bah.
tirinian to the movers de-apartmenting the apartment - "this is the remains of something I cared about". Then I went to Redline for dinner. The first time or two I went, it was really quite good. This time, it was... uninteresting. The bruschetta was haphazard vinaigretted vegetables falling off of dry white toast. The duck was more well-done than I'm used to seeing duck, but not bad; the sausage and sweet potato hash was probably the best part, but I'm sure I've liked their sweet potato hash better before. And upright baby spinach leaves (like a disconnected sprig of spinach) are a somewhat eccentric garnish. The almond/pear tart was an okay almond tart, but the pear slices were... pickled in watery lemon juice? I'm not at all sure what was going on there. And there was a cocktail party starting shortly after I was seated, so there were people standing at my elbow all dinner. Still, the waitress was very nice.
Now I'm home, and I can't get the last point of the Rhinoceros Ridge -> Lagniappe chart memorized. Bah.
