A rest at the airport with my red shoes. The airports were so crazy last week that I got told many times I should have clicked my heels and gotten to where I needed to be THAT way instead of waiting in security.
Dinner at Parc in Philadelphia. I had the privilege of eating with a nun, a former nun, her daughter and her granddaughter.
Breakfast at Ant’s Pants. I got a cheddar-apple-bacon scramble and sweet potato fries. I was also out-eaten by a 19-month-old. It was a proud day.
Dinner at Garces Trading Company – the best meal I’ve had…maybe ever. 40$ got you a 5 course meal of the most AMAZING food. The company, however, was better than the meal.
Beer Garden Birthday – Frankford Hall, A Stephen Starr joint. There may or may not have been a lot of drinking.