Today Lisa and I spent the day together on a "Dan and Lisa's Day of Fun."
It started at 8 am, with dropping Junie off at her job. Then it was on to 49th and North, to have breakfast at McBob's, a Scottish themed restaurant that has garnered significant praise online of late.
Full embarrassing disclosure: they do not have the strongest commercially available chairs, and the rickety wood left me nervous. On the other hand, they held me without incident, so I guess that's a moot complaint.
Lisa got an apple crisp scone with her breakfast.
I ordered "Bacon Benedict" two medium poached eggs with bacon, served with hollandaise over a slice of "bacon bread" (what that is, I am not sure.)
It was a good dish but not spectacular. The eggs were done perfectly, but I should have ordered them over easy. The accompanying hash browns (not pictured) were greasy and not to my liking.
Lisa ordered steak & eggs with American potatoes. The steak was cooked expertly but was a bit cold by the time it reached the table.
The total (including a 18% automatic gratuity) was $49. A little steep, in my opinion. But not completely out of line.
It was good enough to return but not good enough to brag about - yet. Maybe next time.
Then we went thrifting at Goodwill, wasted an hour in the car playing on our phones, and headed to the movies to see the 4k/3D 25th anniversary release of Titanic.
This was our 14th theater viewing of the film, but the first since its original release.
Still a great film. The second half, from iceberg hit onwards? Incredible.
But age grants you a different perspective on art.
Lisa was the first one to say this aloud after the show, but Rose, as seen from the POV of a pair of late forty-somethings who've raised four kids? Well, she's a whole heck of a lot more entitled, spoiled, and bratty than she was in 1997.
She's 17 and rich. She spends the trip partying and sleeping around behind her fiance's back, then paints him as irrational in his anger. She callously abandons her Mother, leaving her to forever mourn her daughter's "death." She literally calls her first class accomodations "a slave ship" carrying her "in chains" because of the burden of living in a stifled, privileged level of society. That's hyperbole of massive proportions.
I mean, she's 101. Did her perspective remain that narrow, even into old age? Why would she be happy her fiance eventually killed himself? It's been 84 years Rose. Forgive a little.
Anyway, afterwards we ran to Walmart, returned home to a meal of walking tacos cooked by JJ, then I went to Collectivo with LuLu to keep her company as she did her homework.
A long, happy, productive day!