Those of you looking for signs of divine intervention can give up now; we're all going to die.
But while we await the inevitable, those three-dollar midday martinis at Spice--previewed on this page a couple of weeks ago--offer temporary solace. At least that was my friend's premise in extending an invitation to lunch. Watching the bartender's two-wristed pour, I had to agree: we're doomed. For the rest of the afternoon at least.
What goes with with martinis? Why not a big, juicy burger? And then another round ...
I'm sure there was some cosmic revelation that afternoon, but it must have evaporated. Maybe I'll try again next week.Posted by Ronald Holden at August 2, 2005 9:43 PM