March 14th, 2004

Fishy Circumstances

Local restaurants

We hadn't been to the Portugese restaurant in ages. (Yes, there are many Portugese restaurants in this city. That's just how we refer to this one, and I can't remember its name offhand.) See, a year or so ago, the place we used to go to all the time moved across the street to a very different dance club-type venue. The one time we ate there, it was deserted, us and a huge empty space. The waitress was a very long way away from us most of the time.

Today, after it snowed, it rained, and, being low on groceries and starving, we thought we'd give the Portugese restaurant a try again. In the process, I rediscovered why we used to go there all the time. The food is cheap, plentiful, tasty food - $30 including tax and tip for more than two people can eat. The toppings for the rice that the restaurant provides makes the rice so delicious. The french fries are perfect, C.'s happy with the way they cook meat, there's salad and bread, and they sell passionfruit juice, although they were sadly out of Passionfruit Sumol today. A band was playing, tolerably loud, better for ambiance than quality, but upbeat and entertaining. From the t.v.s around, we were reminded how much fun it is to watch Brazilian soap operas with no sound on. Our waiter was friendly and charming. It was a very good experience, and we were probably there only fifty minutes in total.

In other restaurant news, we finally tried out Julie's Cuban Café a number of days past. The whole meal was of tapas, nicely seasoned and tasty. I don't feel intimidated anymore by the intimations I'd received that it was better to go in a large group, that it would be too crowded on weekends. It's very accessible, the environment is low-key. I really like plantains.
Fishy Circumstances

How I met the Guest of Honor

This weekend I went to a conference on medieval and early modern economics in honor of John Munro, distinguished professor emeritus at the University of Toronto. I'd never met the man, so in advance of going, I looked at his website, which includes pictures. I arrived at the conference, chatted with people I knew and met new ones. At one point I briefly spoke to someone walking by, which culminated in me asking who he was.

"Oh, no one important," he replied, waiting until he saw I'd figured it out before walking away with a smile.

Some of my fellow students came away still laughing about this. It was the highlight of their evening.