A few readers have sent me messages saying they are enjoying the blog so far, and I am grateful for that. Having a regular set of readers is like putting gas in my writing engine. It’s much easier to sit down and write every day if someone out there is reading. So thanks to all of you who keep coming back. Feel free to comment here on the blog – not only does it make me look more legit, it makes me happy. (The first time you comment I will have to approve you. After that you can post at will.)
One reader had a lot to say in regard to my over-zealousness about the Upward Projects restaurants (Windsor, Postino and Federal). Another mentioned that I eat out a lot (implying too much.) Both accusations are true. I stand by my love for my restaurants and my love for having other people serve me food. Speaking of which, I did take a day off blogging this week to go out to another of my faves – Rokerji.
For those of you who live elsewhere, you probably think the best places to go in summer are tiki bars with patios. You enjoy the breeze while you sip mojitos. For us the best thing to do in the summer is go underground and sit by the fire.
It reminds us that cooler weather will come again one day. We won’t always be suffocating and oppressed by the sun.
While we were there, the first round of the British Open was on television. I know very little about golf, but I mentioned somewhere on Facebook that I was surprised at how the course looked brown and dry. It was as if the players had left Scottland and headed over to some public course in Glendale. Apparently this is how they like to golf over there, as a friend of a friend pointed out. It makes the game more challenging or something.
I also posted this week about the lack of monsoon activity. We finally got a storm last night – thunder, lighting, pouring rain, the whole sheboodle. I was sad the boys were asleep and missed it. It must have been a big storm too because a tree is down in our neighborhood blocking access to Central. I’m concerned because our new fridge is on its way – I hope the Sears guys find an alternate route.
We decided to take Lola to Smelly Dog since the fridge people will be here and she will either get in the way or cry because we cage her. If you have a dog I highly recommend checking this place out. Lola comes back clean and tired because she gets to play with other dogs. They have a bakery and all sorts of toys and treats. It’s really fun.
On my way to drop her I was reminded of the new French Grocery in our neighborhood. Joe tried to get dinner there one night right when they opened and apparently they had run out of almost everything. I don’t think they properly anticipated the pent-up need for a French market here in Phoenix. I will stop by there this week and give you all my review.
I’ve also had a request to write about the new Diamondbacks mascot. He’s apparently so awful that my friend Julie wants to move out of the state. (Considering all the other terrible things that go on in our state, I find this reaction a bit rash. But she’s very passionate about baseball mascots, apparently.) Since I will be attending a game on Thursday that will be the perfect time to discuss my thoughts on Luchador.