i told the salesman i want a) something between 250-350 dollars; b) something i can ride on roads, but maybe take on a trail if the spirt moves me. c) the spirit won't move me. i'm not going to bike recreationally because i value my pelvic region in a nonhurting state, i like to run and i have inline skate. soon i will either won the hardrock xc or the trek 7100 ... depending on which one my split personality writes a check for.
we cut down through some neighborhoods, hungry, and decided to hit coney island on superior street.
here's a dichotomy: coney island on first street is, according ot the health department, one of the cleanest restaurants in duluth. a little retro ... marcia brady booths, but you aren't going to die if you like lick one. the coney island on superior street? there's a sign on the door that mentions this shop is anti pan handling. and you way want to commit pan handling crimes when you enter.
i got a coney. chuck got a polish with coney sauce. we split fries. we told the cashier our order four times. this place was dirty. chuck was afraid to use the bathroom, but fine with eating the food. this says a lot about his intestinal fortitude.
"i just don't want to write a blog post about how i crapped my pants on the DTA [bus]," he said.
"it wasn't that i thought the food was bad. i didn't trust the person serving us," he said.
but it was when he mentioned purina dog food -- after we'd eaten -- that i finally had to tell him to zip it.
we wandered down to canal park. the infamous crib, which is a local landmark that washed up last spring, moved about a mile during the storm and ended up beached in this tourist area.
it's weird enough to think that a week ago we were getting our glasses sprayed by wicked waves. to think of this structure moving this far is kind of amazing. we played for awhile.
if you've ever traveled on foot with chuck, you know it is a little like walking a puppy you can bring into a bike store. instead of peeing on everything, he wants to photograph every little thing of nature that ever just combusted into place. gi joe action figure laying face down on the sidewalk? fifteen minutes later, you can return to your walk. oh! guy riding a weird bike? see you in ten minutes. as luck would have it ... i think this shit is cute as hell.
we tried to decide between valentinos [4 blocks away] and chester creek [a mile and a half] away and went with the later. by the time we got there we were starving. we grabbed menus and on our way to the booth, a cook called to chuck from the kitchen.
"chuuuuuuck!" he cried.
we learned they were trying their new menu tonight. chuck got a recommendation: the crab rolls, his kitchen friend told him.
i got a smoked salmon, he went with the recommendation.
when chucks food came out, it looked like this:
yes. that is sauce taking up half his plate. while good. amazing even, this meal was smalllllllllll. a place like chester creek that serves regular sized portions just gave him kibbles in the guise of a small plate entre.
on the way home, we walked through chester creek. came out at burrito union, where chuck bought an actual meal -- a one fisted fat capitalist.
later we went back to burrito union for drinks. i had a mango margarita, a ginger margarita and we played "hey, that looks like a character from battlestar galactica" bingo. i saw laura roslin and gaius baltar. i tried to get photos, but stopped because i felt like a pervert.