0.9 Logic

headscratcherNow that 0.9 is a solid two-and-a-half years old and approaching three, his communications skills have evolved far beyond “cat” (his first word), “geh” (his go-to for several months) and “no” (although the latter is still his favorite). His ability to express himself has given me some insight into his logic, and it greatly amuses me. Here are some examples.

One of the first times that I had to both drop him off at daycare and pick him up, I explained to him that Mommy was on the choo-choo, since he’s obsessed with trains. The next time, Mommy actually drove, but when 0.9 realized that Mrs. 9’s car was missing from the driveway, it all clicked in his head: Mommy car choo-choo. Naturally, if Mommy’s car isn’t parked in the driveway, it must be on the train!

Also, if it’s dark outside, that is absolutely the only thing going on outside. It is not possible to be dark outside and raining outside at the same time.

On a similar note, only one person is allowed to be tired at a time. This conversation happens often.

  • 9: I’m tired.
  • 0.9: NO, I TIRED.
  • 9: I’m tired, too.
  • 0.9: NO!
  • 9: Both of us can be tired at the same time.
  • 0.9: NO! I TIRED!

Finally, illustrating my need to purchase this book, crackers, Goldfish crackers, cookies and cereal bars are perfectly acceptable for dinner, whereas fare such as chicken, macaroni and cheese and pizza does not please the fickle palate of 0.9

I’m sure there will be a post titled 0.9 Logic II soon.


Consuming calories in Boston

After invading Washington, D.C., last Presidents’ Day weekend, my girlfriend and I headed in the opposite direction this past weekend and basically ate and drank the city of Boston.

The first of two fantastic restaurants we enjoyed was Atlantic Fish. This was the best seafood meal I’d had in quite some time. Everything was fantastic — great bottle of wine (David Bruce Pinot Noir), fresh clams on the half-shell, hearty bisque, tasty sushi tuna appetizer, her salmon dinner and my blackened scallop dinner. Atlantic Fish is definitely recommended.

The other incredible meal was in Boston’s North End at a restaurant called Taranta, which bills itself as a “marriage between Southern Italian and Peruvian cuisine.” Again, every part of the meal was delicious: another great bottle of wine (La Posta Malbec blend), pan-roasted mussels, her pappardelle pasta with wild mushrooms porcini and my pork chops (the pork chops are their specialty, with good reason).

Now, on to the booze!

Bleacher Bar

Bleacher Bar

If you’re a baseball fan, the Bleacher Bar is a must. It’s built into Fenway Park, and I mean built into Fenway Park — the huge window is actually the right-center-field wall. It’s a great way to get a peak inside a historic ballpark during the offseason or while the Red Sox are on the road, and I’m sure it’s a zoo on game days.

Growler from Boston Beer Works

Growler from Boston Beer Works

I rarely go to another city without hunting for microbreweries, so I visited two old standbys. The first was Boston Beer Works, right near Fenway Park, which had an Espresso Stout that might have cracked my top 10 beers of all time. In fact, it was so good that I brought home a growler.

The second was John Harvard’s Brew House in Cambridge, right by Harvard. I was disappointed that they don’t seem to offer their porter any more, but the XO Stout and Provision Ale were fantastic.

I seriously need to go on a diet.

Spending dead presidents to see dead presidents

Other than Hawaii, which is an optimal place to spend any weekend, what better place to spend President’s Day weekend than our nation’s capital? At least that’s what my girlfriend and I thought, so we drove down Saturday morning and had a great time.

A few observations:

The United States Holocaust Memorial Museum: What an emotionally draining experience. I can honestly say I learned more here than I have in a single day in a long time, but after nearly four hours, I was sapped.

The curators did an absolutely fantastic job with this place. Everything is so thorough, and some of the genuine articles they were able to preserve and borrow from other collections are unbelievable.

One thing I didn’t expect (and hadn’t really read much about in the past) was the fact that the U.S. government basically got taken to task for knowing what was going on in Europe during the late 1930s and early 1940s and doing absolutely nothing about it. I expected a museum located a short walk from the White House and the Capitol to sugar-coat things a little, and I’m impressed that this wasn’t the case.

Another thing I noticed: There were several kids in the museum who, in my opinion, were way too young to deal with some of the really graphic stuff. I think taking anyone under 12 to the museum is pushing it. I’m a firm believer that this generation and future generations should know what happened, but I also don’t think an eight-year-old should see some of the things that are displayed.

The DuPont Circle area: I’m a drinker, not a planner. Fortunately, I’m dating a planner. All of the logistics this past weekend could not have possibly worked out better, so I wanted to plug a few of the places we visited.

The DuPont Circle area in general is a great place to stay if you’re visiting D.C. There is a healthy supply of bars and restaurants within walking distance, along with a Metro station (more on that below).

We stayed at the Hotel Madera. It was a beautiful older building, with a lot of character, and everything about the stay was pleasant. There were some neat little touches, like a wine hour from 5 p.m.-6 p.m. and a bowl of Oreos to greet guests returning home from the bars.

We also had some damn good meals. Our first lunch destination was Circa, where I had the best salad I’ve had in years. The place was busy and obviously popular, and it had a great beer and wine selection.

While wandering around the area and looking for dinner, we tripped across Raku, which describes itself as an Asian diner. We ordered two completely different meals — a noodle dish and sushi — and both were excellent. We had some fun, inexpensive cocktails, as well, including one concoction that was a mix of sake and plum wine.

A must for brunch, despite the long wait, was Afterwords Café, part of a bookstore called Kramerbooks. It was well worth the wait. The brunch menu was huge, our food was outstanding and, much like Circa, Afterwords also had an impressive wine and beer selection.

Beer: Speaking of beer, I’m sure anyone who knows me is far from shocked that this is a topic. I had several great beer experiences in our nation’s capital. Two Irish pubs in the DuPont Circle area — James Hoban’s and Biddy Mulligan’s, which is actually part of an Irish hotel called Jury’s — poured two of the best pints of Guinness I’ve enjoyed in quite some time. And we had dinner at Capitol City Brewing, where the excellent food was complemented by Prohibition Porter and Nut Brown Ale, both absolutely delicious.

The Metro: Every time I ride the Washington version of the subway, I wonder what New York did wrong. Obviously, D.C. had the advantage of building its system well after New York did, but everything is so clean, spacious, well-lit and efficient. I’m jealous.

By the way, if anyone would like to buy a fare card with $1.90 remaining, let me know. I might even let it go for $1.50.