
I had lunch this weekend with a couple of friends from Texas and they love Friday Night Lights--one proudly said that the show is just like her town and childhood (this explains a lot, actually: she was the first person I was friends with who was a high school cheerleader). Her pride struck me as slightly strange, since the show describes lots of good and lots of bad in Dillon, Texas.
I suppose I'd better tell you about where we ate, since it was very fancy and good: Tria Cafe in the middle of Philadelphia (near Rittenhouse Square) specializes in wine, beer and cheese, none of which we had. I did eat their smoked duck salad with strawberries, pistachios, grana padano (I think that's the cheese), spinach and citrus-mint vinaigrette. It was very good, although a little small (it's one of those square-plate places, as they say--or perhaps only people I know say that).
Afterward, we went shopping at anthropologie, which was housed in a gorgeous building, with a lovely stained glass window on the ceiling.
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