Alright, fine, whatever. I got just one comment below, even after I asked you all to chime in. It's delurking week, too, did you know that? Not that it matters, to you, and why should it, I guess... No, really, don't worry about it.
(Passive aggression was my minor in college.)
So there's some townie stuff I must address, so if you don't live near me, you might want to skip this post. First: The former Cafe Casablanca, now Fire Cuisine, is open until 3 a.m. on Fridays and Saturdays. This brings the number of late-night eateries in my town back up to one (Jake's gave up at least a year ago). So it's pretty exciting.
Spoleto's has a window display hawking the various Claudio restaurants as perfect Valentine's dinner locations. And one of the signs uses "your" for "you're." This is a freakin' college town, people! You've got to bring your A-game here. I happen to know that a friend's ex-girlfriend works there, and she is (according to him) a freakin' genius, so she's failing in her moral duty as a smartie-pants grad student by not correcting this sign immediately.
The old, dirty, icy snow has been melting rapidly, which is nice, except that it's exposing a ton of wet garbage, which is not. It must have snowed like the day after New Year's because I'm seeing a lot of silvery streamers and bits of confetti. And, as usual, lots and lots and lots of cigarette butts.
Yet another Asian restaurant is about to open, called Zen. It's been about-to-open for weeks now, though. Like Tofu, this one may be another slow train wreck about to happen. Or it could be a Silk Road Cafe. Who can say?
The Iron Horse's dinner menu spells avocado "avacado." Plus they say their chicken salad is "straight from New York's famous 2nd Ave Deli." So they've got some corrections to make.