Saturday, May 31, 2008


My review of Rambo, in 5 seconds.


Look! It's Julie Benz! (Darla on 'Angel.') Julie Benz




The End.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Iron Man

So, on my Memorial Day blog I mentioned that David and I actually went on a date. Something we have not done in a long long long time.

iron man

THIS is what a Summer Blockbuster should be! This was a fun, fun movie. A bit of exposition (mainly to set up for upcoming movies IMHO) but we really enjoyed it (me a little more than David. I mean, LOOK at RDJr for Pete's sake). :)

Robert Downey Jr.

I don't know the "Tony Stark" comic book character. I keep hearing "They could not have picked a better man for the role." He was FUN.

We loved all the testing in his lab/office. The scenes with the robot with the extinguisher were great. Jeff Bridges was just creepy enough. Terrence Howard? Hellloooo Terrence.

Terrence  Howard

For some reason, David and I have had an unintentional Terrence-Howard-a-thon lately. "Iron Man," "August Rush" and "The Brave One" are the three we've seen within the past 2 months starring Terrence.

I know not a thing about Iron Man the comic. I have no idea if they stuck to the storyline or what. As a non-comic fan though, I think they did their job. They entertained the heck out of this noob.

Monday, May 26, 2008

Memorial Day Weekend # 2

Friday night, after work and while dinner was cooking, I decided to start working on the open garage window that's been....gaping since we bought it.


Then, I ran out of the film. It was left over from when we did the "Amityville Window" over a year ago. I finally decided to just do it. I'll have to run to Lowe's and get some more.

Saturday, David decided to paint the "Pepto Bismol" walls. Here's a picture of the color, near the window. This color was in the front entrance.

Front Door and stained glass look

David chose it one else really liked it. When his brothers and sister-in-law came down to help us paint, one brother said "I like all the colors you chose....except this one." When David's father came down, he did not care for it either, with relation to the two rooms on either side of this color. David deciced to paint it the same color as the other color in our entrance. (We went a little color-happy in our new home).


Then, Saturday night....we went on a date! A date night! Holy Moly.

And THIS, ladies and gentlemen....THIS is where it pays off to have kids ten years apart! WH00T!! My darling 14 year old stayed home with the 4 year old, while David and I went to se a movie! I'll post about it later. Great Fun!

Sunday, was spent at Disney's Hollywood Studios and then Epcot. Dear God in Heaven. Don't go on a holiday weekend. Hollywood Studios was PACKED. And there were entire sections blocked off for renovations so it was difficult maneuvering about. Yuck! Epcot was actually not bad, but by then my left knee and right heel were screaming and I was hobbling like an old lady. Also, Isabel has decided to be scared of everything. What? Huh? Rides she used to go on now make her cry. We don't get it. We ended up taking turns riding stuff with Jake while the other watched her. It was nuts. She did get to meet a lot of characters, but I'll have to upload those pictures later.

Today, we are STAYING IN!! My body is killing me. We have a couple of steaks and a pound of shrimp that we're going to grill for lunch/dinner today (David has to work tonight. Bah Humbug!)

Memorial Day Weekend

Happy Memorial Day. We remember all those who served and lost their lives protecting our rights and freedom.

We Remember

Saturday, May 24, 2008


Attn: Letterboxing people.

I listed a W.O.M. today for PAL Day. There will be no clues posted anywhere. But if you happen to be coming to Florida, or know someone who is, or LIVE in Florida (lol) and are going to visit a certain happy place where they also have a big tree, ask me about "Isabel Conóce un Ratón."

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Max & Ruby

max and ruby

Isabel's favorite network, and quite possible mine, is Noggin. Great preschool television. She has learned so much from it. So many words and colors, counting, etc. It's rather repetitive, but I think that's the point.

One show that tends to stump Jake and me is "Max and Ruby." It's usually on while I am making dinner; 5 or 5:30 p.m.

It's a cute show. Ruby is a 7 year old girl who takes care of her 3 year old brother Max. Ruby is so polite and sweet and patient. Jake & I are forever groaning (i.e. we'd choke him) at Max and the things he does to test her patience. And test he does.

Only thing is...where are their parents?? It's really weird. Ruby is 7. She's baking, she's setting up a tent for an outside sleepover, she's taking the bus downtown with her brother, she's in a cafe' buying lunch. Where are the parents?

Yes, yes, suspension of disbelief, yada yada. Color me a cynic.

Wikipedia says the same thing though, so it's just not me:

....Max, a rambunctious, anthropomorphised 3-year-old toddler bunny and his big sister, Ruby, a patient, goal-oriented, sometimes restrictive 7-year-old girl bunny. The show presents an uplifting message for its audience by showing Max and Ruby playing together and exercising respect and love in resolving their conflicts.

Oddly enough, it doesn't seem the two bunny children have parents. Even so, they have a grandmother who they are occasionally with. Ruby can be seen in many of the episodes baking cakes, buying Max new overalls and such things you'd expect of a mother. Although a picture of Max, Ruby and their parents can be seen above the fireplace in the show. Max and Ruby are the only two characters to appear in every episode of the show.

That's weird. Even weirder? Me blogging about it. :)

Spring Recital

Holy cow! School's over for our county in less than 2 weeks!

Jake had his Spring Recital last week Thursday. It was a crazy day. I left the office late....and had to stop & get gas. Drove home, picked up Jake & Iz and went right back out again; no dinner.

Here are some videos. The reason they are so cut up is that I kept having to chase Isabel and shush her, so I kept having to stop the recording. Twenty seven kids, 3 songs each. Do the math and then tell me how long Isabel lasted? Not so much.

These are 2 of the 3 songs he played. Isabel spent most of the evening with me, outside. Eventually, more and more parents came outside with their little ones, so Isabel had fun running around with 4 other kids around her age.

At one point, we went back in to sit down because Isabel was getting tired. She even said "Mommy, can I go to bed, please??" We did not get home until after 9;45 p.m. I thought she'd go straight to bed but then she asked "Can I have some eggs?" I forgot that we had not eaten dinner. Eggs made for her and a call-in to the local Italian eatery later, Jake & I are eating pasta at 10:30 p.m. Nice.

Anyway, he did great. He was the 8th student up. The teacher told us parents and guests to not clap after each song because it would take too long (27 kids x 3 songs each). We were to wait until after the 3rd song. When he finished his first song, Arabesque, everyone clapped anyway.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Ahh, Smell the Geekness!

Today, the kids and I were out and about. David's at a wedding out of state for a high school friend. We could not all afford to go but David needed to be there. The groom was one of our groomsmen. Congrats Eric.

Anywhoo, we decided not to head to a theme park today mainly because my lazy butt did not get out of my yummy sushi pajamas until 11:30 a.m.

We went to the mall, but stopped at Panera first. I'm wearing this:

My Whedonist Shirt

because I'm a geek. We walk up to the counter, and the guy taking my order says "That wouldn't happen to be about Joss Whedon would it?" I say "It's absolutely about Joss." He smiles and says "Cool!" While taking our order, he and I discuss the Season 8 Comics, why we think Joss is no longer doing "Wonder Woman" (no clue) and Joss' new series, Dollhouse.

This is the first time in like 3 years of owning the shirt that someone has an actual idea of what it means. I've been asked about it, but know one gets it. "What's a WeeDONist?" LOL

Next up, the mall. We stroll around and end up at Barnes and Nobles. Jake was off doing his thing, Isabel and I were on the kid's section. There's an employee shelving books near me. She comes up to me and says "I love your shirt." I say "You're like the second person to know what it means, and the first one was just a couple of hours ago." Her roommate is a fan too. I am sorry but I am bad with names the first time around. Miranda/Amanda/Meghan. I suck, sorry. She and I discussed Joss, Buffy, Season 8 comics, Comic-Con, a couple of local conventions, a person she knows wanting to work on a Buffy trivial pursuit, etc. . I ended up giving her my e-mail address so she could e-mail me the next time she had news, or conventions she knew of etc.

Pretty interesting afternoon.

Friday, May 16, 2008

Hello Turkey??

Have you heard of Google Analytics? It's crazy cool!

Google Analytics is a free Google service that keeps detail records of you website hits; whether it be a blog, a storefront, whatever. If you have a web page and people visit it, you can use this service.

I *wish* the app enabled one to put the results online; you can't. Only I can see these results. The things that are included in their analysis of your pages are:

Which pages get the most hits.
How Many hits you get.
How long the people stayed on your page.
Did they move from page to page or stay on one only.
What browser they are using.
How many new vs. returning visitors
and much more.

But my fav.....where the people are logged in from. SO cool.

Hello to the person in Turkey who stopped by. *waves* Hi to United Kingdom people, and Germany, and the Dominican Republic. Hi Brazil and Canada and of course the U.S.

When you click on the map, it will tell you the cities that these people are clicking from.

So, for the U.S.:

Florida: Hello people in West Palm (my sisters probably), Casselberry, Deltona, Ocoee, Lake Worth, Pinellas Park.

Georgia: Someone in Norcross likes me, lots of hits from there. Hello there! (Is that you Tracie?) . Hello Marietta, GA.

New York: Leading by a mile is Long Island City. Hello there people. There's also Brooklyn, Delmar, Canton, Miller Place, Rochester, Liverpool, and my favorite name, Fishkill, NY. OK, who lives in Fishkill? That's awesome.

California: Where the heck is Moraga? Is that you Kellis? Alameda, Grover Beach, Pomona, Piedmont, McLlelan, Vista & Cosa Mesa, I say "Hey" to you all.

Hi Tennessee: Chattanooga (most of my in-laws *wave*) and Smyrna. ?

Massachusetts, thanks for all the visits from a city called Sandwich. LOL Fishkill sandwich? Brockton, Somerville and Peabody too!

Maryland: Huge Baltimore visits (Niki!!! and Barb!?), Sykeville and Towson, thanks for stopping by.

Washington State: Anna, which one of these is you? Seahurst or Seattle? There's also Federal Way, Spokane & Lacey.

I'm going to stop there....because 27 states are listed as visiting my Blog.
Gracias, Merci, Danke, Arigato


Thursday, May 15, 2008

Sweet Tweet

Continuing with the pet theme, my mother-in-law is a bird lover. They live on the top of a beautiful mountain and get to see so many more birds than we ever will. (Side note: my first time ever seeing a chipmunk that didn't sing really fast was in their town).

They have all kinds of bird feeders and get so many cool birds stopping by.

Tonight she sent these pictures she took from her back yard and said I could share.

This one is a chickadee that was born in their bluebird nesting box in their back yard.

And this is the cutest thing ever! It's the same chickadee on the day it fledged. Here's what David's mom said:

I am attaching a picture I took two days ago. It’s so cute I thought it might cheer you up. (Grandma is sick; get well GG!) It is a chickadee the day it fledged. It was born and raised in our bluebird nesting box! I never did send you the whole story. Hopefully some day I’ll get around to it.

But isn’t he adorable? I was probably less than 1 foot from him. He didn’t know to be afraid of me, although his mother was certainly trying to tell him that from a nearby tree.
He's so CUTE!!

Night All!

So Sorry

I am a nice person, albeit a little opinionated, quite possibly arrogant (my close friends in Boston, Seattle, and Baltimore agree that I am a too nice, I am a literary/word snob and also stuck in the 1800's. I love them. My West Palm and Minneapolis friends are snobs right there with me. We're like snooty sisters. Don't get me started on my real sisters. I got some that are high maintenance. Which ones? Hmmmm. LOL!!) and a perfectionist stuck in this body. *snort* And I snort when I laugh :)

What I am not is a pet person. Why? Mainly because I am allergic to dander, feathers, fur - you name it, I sneeze it. I break out in hives if it has long hair. Also, I think being raised in a Hispanic household, you tend not to be a pet person. (Vicky, hearken back to mom.....feeding your birds gravel because she thought the box was food. Poor, poor bloated dead bird.) Also, I am a neat freak and the thought of dog hair, paw prints and poo/pee in my house gives me the wiggens.

My first dog ever was Chloe. My first husband bought her for me when I was a senior at UF - Go Gators!! She was a Shar-pei (short hair) and she was beautiful. I was scared of her when she was a puppy.

Growing up, dogs in Puerto Rico were usually free-roaming and rabid. Not many people had them as pets, and if they did, they were not "members of the family." They were not fawned over and beloved. Maybe things have changed there, I don't know. But that was my experience. So when Chloe would bark, I would panic. All 8 pounds of puppy scared me.

She was such a girl, all dainty and snooty. My perfect friend! We came home one day to find she was gone from our back porch. Whether she crawled off or was stolen, we don't know. We never saw Chloe-Woey again and I was crushed.

After that, my ex & I had two more dogs; Moo Goo Gai Pan who was.....crap, what was he. He was a Chinese HAIRY dog who I did not get attached to because he got some kind of disease and had to be put down. Then there was Noodles. A male Shar-Pei. He was no Chloe, but he was loyal and loving. He slept on the floor by my ex's side of the bed, until that is, I got pregnant with Jake. Then he never left my side of the bed. Loving and loyal.....and did not seem to notice or care that there was a 3 month-old Jacob on the floor. He'd run right over him to get to my ex when he came in the house. After a few months of, not being mean, just not caring that Jake was around, we ended up giving Noodles to a couple with a female Shar-Pei.

I work with 4 Puerto Ricans (5 counting me) and 2 gringos. :) Only one Puerto Rican has a dog. My boss (gringo) has two. The boss, my one coworker J and I discuss my boss' dogs. My coworker J has a dog, but if anything happened to it, he says he won't spend the thousands of dollars to get the dog better. He was raised in PR around the same time I was. I think we had the same pet experiences. My boss can't believe it and many discussions arise from the pet topic.

Two of my sisters are "moms" to Chihuahuas. They love their dogs. They hug them, and squeeze them and call them George. Would they spend thousands on their dogs? Not sure. I think they would. They love their girls.

My boss had to put one of his dogs down this weekend. He was very sad. His wife and daughter were even sadder.

To my boss who will probably never read this, I am sorry for the loss of your baby.

Monday, May 12, 2008


Ok, I know. Tons of posts today! I actually have several topics to post later (I don't want to indundate my blog), but I HAD TO POST WHAT JUST CAME UPS!!

My hubby got me a Mother's Day gift that just arrived. I am wearing them as I type!


From Goodbye Iowa:

Buffy: You guys research the Polgara demon. I want to know where it is. When I find it I'm going to make him pay for taking that kid'slife, I'll make him die in ways he can't even imagine.

Anya's eyes lower. Willow makes a funny face and shrugs.

Buffy: That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn't wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.


I revel in my geekdom!

Mama and Drama

We took mom out to an early mom's day dinner on Saturday night at Chili's. I love Chili's casual dining atmosphere.

When we came home, mom remembered that I said I wanted her rice she made me some. Oh Yea, Arroz Con Dulce (literally) in the House!
Sunday morning , Mother's Day! Mom received two doggie collars and a doggie bed from us. My sister Brenda bought her a chihuahua for Mom's Day! :0 She does not get her for another 8 weeks, but I decided to get mom prepared.
Then it was afternoon grilling.

Mom could not get over how DRY our grass was. Welcome to Florida. Our grass right now is crunchy. (no water sprinklers and we're sort-of-kind-of lazy about watering it.)
Mom waters the grass while the boys grill.
Moving on to the Drama portion if the post:
Sunday evening, after the cookout, we have to drive mom half-way back to West Palm. My sister Brenda's meeting us half-way. As we are driving, we notice that there are electronic signs that say "I-95 Closed from exit 156 - 170-something due to brush fires." We're supposed to meet Brenda and Freddy AT exit 156.

They call us to tell us they've been rerouted off an early exit in the 140's. Freddie decides we can meet on US 1. We head south, they head north, on US 1.

Here's what US 1 looked like going south:

We meet up with Brenda and Freddy, load mom's stuff up in Freddy's truck, and they are off south. We're then heading back north on US 1. And stop. And get re-routed down some side street because the rest of US 1 North is now closed.

We're rerouted to some side street, Valka...something, where we proceed to go 1.5 an hour and a half.

Look at this house below. A beautiful, large blue house. We were at a stand-still right next to this house...and the flames behind it. It was insane!
Totally frustrated and hungry, we make a U-Turn and head back to where we met Brenda and Freddy. We get right back there.....2 hours after we left. We go even further south, to cross over to A1A. We took A1A back north and eventually made it home. The total 2 hour trip? 4.5 hours.

Check out the Orlando Sentinel's pictures and stories. The fires are still going. It's so scary. I feel for the people whose homes are threatened by these fires.

Johnny McShort-and-Fat

Lorelai is describing a dream to her daughter Rory.

LORELAI: Yes. And we knew him. He used to live in town. He was that guy who used to run the auto body shop before Maven Hughes bought it. Remember him?


LORELAI: Yes, you do. He's really skinny

RORY: Peter Stringbean?

LORELAI: No. That was the tall circus freaky guy who worked for him. This was the owner guy. What was his name?

RORY: I don't know.

LORELAI: Yes you do. Come on. Ugh. It's gonna bug me all day. He was short and fat and his name was. . .

RORY: Johnny McShort-and-Fat.

LORELAI: Oh, now, don't mock.

Gilmore Girls

I started renting Gilmore Girls an a recommendation of a MySpace friend. A little late, I know. See the poster? It says "Life's Short, Talk Fast." They weren't kidding. They go 100 mph and the writing is fantastic. I told David "No one talks like this is real life!" It reminds me of another show I said the SAME exact thing about when it came out:

Dawsons Creek

Anyway, we're really enjoying the writing. They don't dumb-it-down. The literary, art, pop-culture, political, etc. references that permeate the dialogue is fun. Some I get, some I say "Huh?" The "Johnny McShort-and-Fat" had be laughing out loud...alone. One of the actors said he'd never worked with such prolific writers before. To him I say yes, except check out *Joss.* :) and whoever wrote Dawson's Creek, too.

We just finished Season 1 and are looking forward to Season 2.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day!!

mothers day

Know what's better than spending Mother's Day with your kids? Spending it with your kids AND your mom!

Mom's been here since Thursday night. She's been in the States for about 3 weeks now, and 2 of those weeks in south Florida with my sisters. They drove her up half way on I-95 and I drove down with the kids to pick her up.

Vicky, Mom & Me. Vicky holding Vixen Brenda, Mom, Me, Isabel, Jake holding Diva.

Friday was spent lounging about. I took mom to Michael's with me to find some cake making supplies (no luck), then to Wal-mart (no luck), then to Chick-Fil-A. We made a cake, check it out:

We're making a pony stable. Isabel's been bugging me to make this for months.

Mom's making the flowers.

The sponge is holding the pony heads in place until they dry.

Another pony head.

A very happy Isabel!

Saturday was spent at Flea World. Um, so ..yea. Moving on. We came back so Isabel could nap, and then we took mom to dinner at Chili's. We came home, and mom made me rice pudding! I love rice pudding! We had to go to the store and get supplies. We had a good night.

It's actually Sunday now, but not really yet. I need to go to bed and then enjoy our Mother's Day. Good Night!

They're Big!

Isabel has been getting up WAY earlier than usual in the mornings. She has been waking me up. She watches me get dressed, we brush our teeth together and we put on makeup together. (She gets a brush and pressed powder and thinks she is da bomb! And I put a teensy bit of wipstick on her.)

I don't want Isabel to have any complexes or be weirded out by anything having to do with the human body. As I walk around in my underwear, she pats my butt and giggles. The other day, I was topless (and you thought this blog would be all about the "G" rating, huh?) looking for a bra. She saw me, walked up to my with both arms outstretched and said "What are those?" I said "Remember? They're my breasts." To which she pokes and then replies, "They're big!"

So I tell this to my sisters, who BOTH burst out into hysterical laughter (Shut up Ms. Size D and Ms. Size C, you $%^&*#@) and say that was the cutest thing ever. Size D says "Well, of course they're big. She's 4. Size is relative." And relatives are sized differently I suppose.

Last Weekend

I am behind on my blogging.

Last Saturday morning, we went to a birthday party for a friend's twin daughters. Isabel had a great time, except for when she started to melt down (nap time). I had a good time too (the twins' grandmother and great-aunt are so sweet), except when I got asked by another person if Isabel was cranky because "she always gets what she wants?" Yes, couth abounds in the 21st century and beyond.

Saturday evening was spent at a friend's 40th birthday party. Isabel and I...were a hit. Check us out.

Tee hee!

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Thirteenth Tale

The thirteenth tale...

I never read a synopsis of this book. I just liked the cover. It looked pretty. It looked like it would be full of fairies and princesses and evil witches...and I was SO off there.

The book is called a "Gothic" novel. There's nothing fairy-like in it. The story is full of darkness, dreariness, secrets, lies, depressed people, haunted people. It wasn't was just dark. My mind pictured a dark bookstore, an overcast England, a creepy, dark, dank mansion with warped creepy people in it. It was heavy with it; soaked in it.

It wasn't bad though. I wanted to hear the end. I wanted to see what Ms. Winter's secret was. I sort-of kind-of wanted Margaret to "get over it" already (I'm evil and heartless, I know). I wanted to know how Addeline all of a sudden became functional. I did not get it until Hester thought she saw a "ghost" talking with Emmeline. (I thought it was triplets actually. I was close.) The author wrapped things up nicely.

It wasn't bad at all. Just don't expect a glass slipper or true-love's kiss to show up.

War and Peace

I did it. I read "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy; all 1,453 pages.


It was not that bad. I mean, it was, but it wasn't. The story deals with the war, obviously, of 1812 between Russia and Napoleon. There were parts that.....*snooze*. Most of the war stuff was horrid. Horrid as in boring, not bloody or anything But hello? 'WAR and Peace', not 'Fluffy Goodness & Peace.' The war parts dragged.

The book also deals with the lives of several Russian families. We see them grow during the 8 years that the book spans. It took a while for me to get used to who was who. Thankfully the book had a little "Who's Who" at the front that I kept referring to for the first 400 pages or so, until I figured it out.

There were characters I hated that I ended up getting teary-eyed over whenn they died. There were characters that I YELLED at (Natasha - idiot), characters that made me want to choke them because of their stupidity (Pierre) or because with their conniving, scheming and cheating (Helene - she was written very immoral for the time) or because of their stubbornness and meanness (Andre's father, Prince Nikolai). I enjoyed their portrayal because the range of emotions they evoked from me.

Tolstoy does a lot of narrating to us, the reader. At times, I agreed with him wholeheartedly. History, he says, really is so subjective. Who relates history if not the winner? History is so skewed. To the victor go the spoils, and the writing of it. Makes sense. History is not about one man (Napoleon) and another (Alexander). They just happened to be there. History is about society as a whole, the elements, the landscape, the weather, the whim of the mass of men doing the actual fighting. The "Men of History" just happen to be there at the right time and "historians" write them in. Tolstoy goes into great detail on his theory, including examples of actual battles and how the battle really had nothing to do with the king or generals running it. It was interesting, but also a bit too long. The book was BOGGED down with his explaining this to us in the second Epilogue. If only he had stopped at the first epilogue.

Hooray for me!

Saturday, May 3, 2008

Care to Tango?

Last night, Friday, we went to a letterboxing mini-meet at Cafe Tu Tu Tango. It was down on International Drive, Orlando's own tourist mecca, about an hour away from us. It's a fun place. Lots of art and fun, quirky people.

Upon arriving, the first thing I hear are two waitresses complaining....about our group. That it was already past 5 (5:08 to be exact) and we were not all there yet and this "so was not going to work!" as one with short spiky hair and glasses said. Great. We haven't even begun eating and we already have a disgruntled staff.

The waitress did not look happy to see us. We're a letterboxing group - we're up and around, stamping, talking, exchanging log books. I get that the group was mobile, but it would have been nice if she would have told us to sit down in our places so she can take our order without the scowl on her face and the sarcasm in her voice. Some of her comments: "I know your group is late and not all here..." I count and say, "I think we are, who is missing?" to another group member. The waitress interrupts and says "No, because this is definitely not the 25 people you reserved a table for." I have no idea how many places were reserved, I didn't do the reserving. I was so disappointed. Worse, I was the only one who overheard the original comment by the front door and noticed the glances the wait staff were giving each other. So now, in the telling of the story, I feel like a curmudgeon. I do.

My husband was a waiter for years. I heard and know all the horror stories. Obnoxious people, bad tippers, complainers. I get it. I was super-polite; you know me. I said "thank you" a bazillion times, I said "yes, please" for everything. Waiting tables sucks sometimes. Waiting tables with a bad attitude sucks worse. I GET that we were a large group that was all over the place, but your yelling "I can't take your order unless you all sit down," with your hands on your hips is not helping. Did I mention my disappointment?

We met some new friends from Connecticut. The food was amazing. Tapas.....small appetizers meant to be shared. Jake & I shared with each other mostly, and with another friend. Isabel had a yummy cheese pizza, and she was amazingly behaved. The food made up for the cranky wait staff.....almost. I honestly want to go back and take David (he was working).

Death by Chocolate! That's a shot of Godiva Chocolate liqueur. :)

Jake thoroughly enjoyed the place. He wants to move in.