Thank you, guest bloggers. It was so much fun reading everyone’s posts. I hope you’ll add your voices again in the future, but without me having surgery next time!
I’m healing and getting around with one crutch, but I’m working from home until my doc gives me the okay to return to the office. I go tomorrow to get my stitches out, so I may be back at my desk on Wednesday.
To while away the time last week, I watched David Simon’s The Wire. I followed the first season intently, as I sat elevating and icing my knee. In one of the episodes, there was a great scene with D’Angelo and his girl (the mother of his toddler son) going to The Prime Rib.
At least, I’m pretty sure it was The Prime Rib. It looked like its logo was on the menus, and the leopard carpet is one of a kind. But D didn’t have a jacket on, which is required at this primo Baltimore spot.
What fascinated me, though, was the dessert cart. In The Wire scene, D reaches for one of the plated cakes, only to be politely told he can’t just take one off the cart. It spoke volumes about class culture.
But it got me thinking about how dessert carts and trays used to be so ubiquitous in restaurants. Now, I’m trying to remember when I was last presented with one. Has anyone seen one lately?