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Black Friday pizza and movie
Friday, November 24 2017
I had the day after Thanksgiving off, though I can't say I put it to especially good use. There were leftovers to be eaten, and I found the lack of workplace distractions useful for doing a few workplace tasks.
This evening, Gretchen and I drove to Woodstock to see a movie. First, though, we had dinner, and (it might surprise you to learn) we didn't go to the Garden Caf´. Instead we went to that pizza restaurant next door to the Tinker Street Theater (which seems to be calling itself Woodstock Pizza Theater these days). No other customers were there when we arrived, suggesting that Black Friday is not a big day for restaurants (and why would it be, what with all the leftovers in the fridge?). Gretchen made a big point of saying we'd heard they have a lot of vegan options and that was what we'd come for. It turned out they even had a special single-sheet vegan menu. Both of us ordered real cocktails. (I had a martini, complete with olives, and it tasted like nothing so much as vodka.) Our waitress was scatterbrained and overly-apologetic. She actually had facial tattoos, so you'd think someone with such an employment disadvantage would be amazing at what she does, but no. It turned out that the spicy cauliflower nuggets had eggs in the batter, but they'd already been made by the time this was discovered, so we said, fuck it, we'll take 'em. They were really good, as were the hand-made corn chips served with hummus appetizer I'd ordered. As for the two pizzas we had for our main course, they were really good, though we were charged an extra dollar for the vegan mozarella, even though it had been used extremely sparingly. Somehow the tab came to $100, though at the last minute out waitress gave us an extra spicy-cauliflower pizza, perhaps as compensation for the not-so-vegan cauliflower appetizer.
I ordered a coffee at the Tinker Street theater, and it was made special for me. We'd come to see Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri, which had been sold to me as Fargoesque. It was well-acted and the dialog was great, though the story arc was surprisingly ineffectual and truncated. It clearly bore the influence of golden-age teevee in that characters presented initially as villains weren't necessarily so, and neither (for that matter) were the characters presented as heroes. Then there was the matter of setting; for a story supposedly unfolding in Missouri, those mountains sure looked tall. Do the Ozarks really loom up like the Catskills? It turned out that it had been shot in North Carolina, whose mountains put the Ozarks to shame.
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