Doing our best to keep the place alive, Aimee and I headed to Sub-Zero last night after Neil and Melanie’s barbeque, and true to form, it was nearly empty at 8:00 on a Saturday night. The cool bubble-tank windows and the pricey martinis are keeping away the beer and wings crowds, apparently. Mom and Dad joined us for martinis and Belgian beer, of which they have an impressive selection. Dad’s beer, all one and a half pints of it, came in a bottle nearly the size of a wine bottle, and came with its own matching glass, featuring a man wearing a snail shell as a helmet. Mom finally figured out that the aftertaste we were trying to identify was soy sauce – not as disgusting as it sounds – when all I could think of was rice.

My camera’s flash died a few weeks ago, so even if it’s bright outside, it will only take pictures with the flash off. Sub-Zero’s blue interior worked fine, though it’s almost time to get a new camera.