Took myself out to brunch at Mudlick Tap House today. I sat at the bar reading THE TIME TRAVELER’S ALMANAC on my phone and meticulously worked my way through biscuits and gravy, sourdough toast, fruit, and several steaming cups of coffee. Mudlick’s biscuits and gravy are to die for. The chorizo gravy is spicy and thick, but not so thick as to overpower the buttermilk biscuits, and the gravy-to-biscuit ratio is perfect. It was exactly the type of hangover food my body required.
Yesterday, I took a half day off from work and spent it in the Oregon District with a friend. The weather was cold and gloomy, and I think it even snowed a little in the morning — extremely rude behavior for April — but it was still a great day for an outing, even if it meant it wasn’t going to be spent hanging out on patios. We started at Lucky’s for lunch, which, happily, Jess was able to escape work and join us. From there, we migrated from bar to bar for a little while, having a drink at each, culminating in several pleasant hours ensconced inside the moody gloom of Century Bar. Later, after returning home, I fell asleep for a couple of hours, and then was resurrected by the sorcerers at Taco Bell.
I don’t do days like that very often anymore. Maybe once or twice a year. But when I do, I enjoy the hell out of them.