10 Feb 07

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Trekked out to Brooklyn to visit Gimme Coffee in Williamsburg and the original Cafe Grumpy in Greenpoint. It was fun; going on a cool adventure is definitely worth a little coffee stomach. The best part, though, might have been lunch (well, brunch): on the recommendation of a very curly-haired guy at Gimme, we went around the block to a place called Santa Fe, and it was great. The food was quite good, and there was a hilarious advertisement not only for a prix-fixe dinner for two on Valentine's Day ("price good even if you go home alone") but also a similar arrangement for those dining alone - a blue-themed meal with a "price good even if you don't go home alone." Even better than all that, however, was the Florida cap perched atop the coffee grinder. Our server - who was quite cute - asked a guy sitting at the bar whether it was his; the guy at the bar turned out to be the owner of the place, whose mom has lived in Gainesville for 15 years and "will probably die there, happily, because she's a HUGE football fan." (It didn't occur to me for a few minutes that the name of his restaurant went along with the hat in a way most people would never recognize.)

Went back down below to the G - the only line that never hits Manhattan, don'tcha know - past an emergency exit gate propped wide open. I followed Anne on her lawful path to the turnstile, but even with my Metrocard ready in hand, I was sorely tempted to do it the cool kids' way.

Headed with Anne, after a tiredly bleary visit to DT/UT and a quick stop at a wine store, to Marisa's apartment, featuring all kinds of nice people, lots of good cooking, and a well-stocked bar. Thanks, Marisa!