What I've Been Up To Since My Internet Disappeared...

I moved into a new flat! It's a really cute one-bedroom in Camden Town (the neighborhood I lived in before) that Nic did a fantastic job of finding on the first day he went flat-hunting. It's a little cozy but plenty of room for us both, and the kitchen is fantastic, which makes me and Nic very happy.

Pictures here:
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And before that, I had my last hurrah in NJ and had a fantastic weekend trip to Boston, where Chava and I spent endless hours entertaining ourselves with our impressions of North Shore accents.

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And before THAT, I spent a rainy but fun long weekend in Seattle with Erin and Barb, exploring the city and all the local delicacies - Erin's food blog habit has finally paid off!

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And to get there, I took a roadtrip from Ohio to Seattle with former roommate Zak. In addition to finally getting to go to the fabled Cedar Point, visiting the Spam Museum, seeing Jon Spader's family's RV park, and marching through snow in June (!), I also had an awesome time visiting some states I've never been to before. Pics here:
http://www.kodakgallery.com/I.jsp?c=u54fr1b.94s05naj&x=0&y=t8whyo&localeid=en_US

Cultural Exchange

Today, in addition to visiting a lovely little medieval French town and buying 20 euros worth of cheese at the supermarche, I had lunch at what has to be one of the most authentic little French eateries of all time. That would be the Buffalo Grill.

Yes. France apparently has a chain of pseudo-American West steakhouses, decorated with fringy saloon lamps and festooned with totem poles, plaster life-size sheriffs, and other Western artifacts. The menu features "Cow-boy burgers" and "Poulet Kentucky," and one can even sample the dubious "Montana" salad, complete with cajun chicken.

That said, I had ribs and they were delicious. But I think the best part of that meal had to be the kitsch. I mean, this is one of a chain. This is what French people think America is like. And if the atmosphere wasn't good enough, the country music station playing in the background (internet radio?) was the icing on the cake. I nearly fell out of my chair when "Play Me Some Mountain Music" came on. Priceless.

Hallelujah!

I have internet!!