We Take Ourselves With Us

So, I'm finally coming back to finish the last two days of this blog while stuck in Chicago because of a winter storm at home--and of course, Chicago had a winter storm, too, and I left my coat in my car in Rochester, and I don't have any boots with me because I was in San Francisco--where I needed neither winter boots nor coat.  Anyway .... Here's a photo of our Murray's Bay neighborhood, where likely no one wears winter anything ever: That morning, we had a single destination: the Sky Tower .  There, our children--and surprisingly their Aunt Diana--would jump off the tower and fall over 720 feet, presumably not to their deaths.  The Sky Tower is also home to a hotel and casino, hence the spangly chandelier. No one cared about that, though.  It was all Sky Jump, all the time!  There's an age and weight requirement for the jump, so the kids were whisked off to be weighed like little pot roasts at market and the Sky Jump workers sharpied their ...

In planning our Southern Summer trip, I had compiled a list of restaurants we should try to hit--some old, some new, all uniformly beloved.  High on that list was Biscuit Love, a newer restaurant in the Gulch district that grew out of a popular Nashville food truck.  When we got there Tuesday morning, we were surprised to find the line NOT out the door; this changed by the time we left: it was around the block.  For very good reason! As the name suggests, Biscuit Love revolves around biscuits.  We ordered the SEC, the Princess, and the East Nasty, plus a side of Bonuts--fried biscuits filled with lemon mascarpone and served with blueberry compote.  The biscuits were fall apart yummy, and we later agreed that the fried chicken at Biscuit Love was among the best we ate all trip.  Worth standing in line in the hot sun for ... you bet! And, even better, when one doesn't have to!  (Points to whomever recognizes the Wisconsin Duc...