Showing posts from January, 2014

It must be Saturday.

If we've slept just a little bit later, skipped the shower, and fumbled in the closet for an old sweatshirt and some sneakers, it must be Saturday. Saturdays - for us - are days to run errands and get some things done around the house. And somewhere in the beginning stages of all that jazz, we like to enjoy slow and delicious breakfast at Freddy's.

I hesitate to tell you about Freddy's because I don't want it to get too crowded. Yeah, because I know you're hanging on my every word to find out where I eat breakfast on Saturdays.

Freddy's has great food and good Saturday specials. It's owned by the people you see when you walk in the door. They'll greet you with a "Good morning!" or if you're running a little late, they may give you a sly grin and a "Well, good afternoon!"

Mr. Beers enjoys his big ol' iced tea.

And the wi-fi.

We both enjoy this.

And this. Everything's good and fresh and hot. So next Saturday, when you star…

It's never the same.

For some time now, Mr. Beers and I have gone to New York City at Christmas. I don't remember how or why it started, but it's become a tradition, I guess, in the same way that, you know, you used to spend Christmas Eve with one set of grandparents and Christmas Day with the other ones. New York is the kind of place that you can go to over and over again and never tire of... No matter how much of New York you've done, you've never done it all.

The Christmas trips to New York are never the same. Sometimes it's just the two of us and sometimes there's an entourage. And based on who goes and what we do in the city, it's always a different trip. This year we traveled with a couple of close friends, and one of those was celebrating a milestone birthday. I'm afraid this may have put a little extra pressure on NYC to entertain us, to be a little more razzed-dazzle, to give us a holiday-birthday spectacular - - and the city did NOT disappoint. We ate and drank a…