I’ve been whining for several days in a row, so I thought today would be a good time to express some gratitude.*
After that thoroughly infuriating run in my ‘hood yesterday, I needed to make a comeback. I got up early and headed out to the Monon Greenway to run with Kate, who did not die of the swine flu by the way, and she is grateful for your concern.
There was still a lot of snow on the path, but it was dry (if that makes sense) and hard-packed; infinitely easier to run on than the sludge in my neighborhood. There were some icy spots in the shade; one bridge in particular that we had to ease our way over (twice), me holding onto the handrail and shuffling for dear life, while Kate is bouncing along like it ain’t no thang. I swear to god, she’s bionic or something.
So we took it easy and still managed to rack up eight miles at a 10:30 pace, which in truth is not that bad for me. My eight mile PR is 1:22, only two minutes faster than we finished today.
So, gratitude #1: a great run in perfect weather with a good friend who’s no longer all swiney.
After that, a kickass brunch at 3 Sisters Cafe— Florentine scramble with basil, tomatoes and goat cheese.
3 Sisters was just JUST featured on Diners, Drive-ins and Dives, so the place was packed. We had to wait about 40 minutes for a table but it was worth it. They had good coffee to hold us over. And, despite it being their busiest weekend ever, we still had great service. Charming, cozy place with nice people and OUTSTANDING FOOD. Check it out if you ever get the chance.
I usually only mention by name the restaurants that I love. I think it’s sort of tacky to gripe on your website about a restaurant you didn’t like so much — unless of course that site is called yelp.com. It comes off as entitled, like you’re trying to use your influence as a blogger to extort a response from the restaurant.
It’s hard enough for a small business owner to stay afloat without the added concern that some self-righteous blogger is going to bash them after one bad experience. (Unless of course, you find a dead rat in your soup or turds in your salad or something. In that case, you are free to quit that joint forever and squawk about it to anyone who’ll listen.)
If I do have a crappy time at a restaurant, I’ll usually give them one more chance before I call it quitsies (or blogsies). Especially if it’s their first week in business, or if it’s a special night like Valentine’s Day or New Year’s Eve. (Example: I went to a new local brewpub while it was still in its infancy; it was understaffed and we had a rough time, but instead of blogging about it, we just waited six months. When we returned, the service had improved tremendously.)
I waited tables for years and I have a lot of respect for restaurant staff. They put up with a bunch of crap and get very little recognition for it.
So, gratitude #2 is a big THANK YOU to 3 Sisters Cafe and everyone else who’s ever worked at a restaurant and taken crap from strangers.
And, that’s all the gratitude I can muster for one day. You guys take it easy.
*Just don’t get too comfortable, gratitude.