When we got home, we vegged hardcore. Chinese food, endless episodes of Buffy, the works. We did get ourselves out of the house to go to Frances, which is as good as it’s supposed to be. The service is impeccable, but it has a great neighborhood feel. It’s worth the wait for a reservation. Luckily we walked there and back, because I was so painfully full after dinner I would have had to be rolled into a cab.
New Year’s Day was spent in recovery, but we rallied on the 2nd for a good adventure-about-town. Mike had the day off, so I took it as well, and we headed to much-ballihooed Outerlands for lunch. Half the city must have had no work that day, because it took an hour to get a table; it was tasty, but I wouldn’t brave that wait again. It’s worth it to head out there to see the parklet in front of Trouble Coffee, which has a beautiful old downed tree for seating. Also, on a clear sunny day, being out in the avenues feels like a special surf’s-up kind of California.