Dine and Dash

Dear Exquisite Reader,

I mean that, reader, singular. I know there is only one of you, but I need to thank you for your solitary fortitude during this difficult drought of my dining and writing, and let's face it, ranting. You have been kind, and dutifully check back to find, much like the menu at Bistro du Coin, that nothing has changed. No seasonal salad, no fresh winter vegetable hash, no warm cocktails to melt the Wharton-like chill. Just some dull, summery whatever-tinis to tease you into thinking that Punxsutawney Phil was an accurate barometric pressure gauge and not a mammal lured from his knob by the scent of a female and a hearty meal. I have led you away and left you in diaspora, and I am regretful. Even Chili's updates their menu.

I have been training every night for the upcoming Cherry Blossom 10 Mile, on April 1. Running 4 miles after chasing windmills for 7 hours makes fine dining rather difficult at night. I am secretly hoping that the race coordinators April Fool's prank on me is that the race will be a 10K instead, but alas I must prepare myself.

Do not fret too much, all this running makes one hungry and I have recently dined at a new locale, and will report back...post haste.