20070823

Nobu

Went to Nobu for Restaurant Week, although I've had a hard time finding the motivation to write about it. There was much socializing that night, so my focus wasn't on the food. So I'll have to keep this to a brief guide.

1) Nobu is in the Crescent Court. Valet is $4. I think you can park your own car in the garage downstairs, but there is probably also a fee.

2) Although a nice place, men, you don't need a jacket. You won't be out of place with or without one. It was however slightly warm in there.

3) The service was friendly, efficient, and helpful. I would have preferred it to be slightly less intrusive.

4) The dining atmosphere is not intimate, most if not all of the restaurant is in one large room with high ceilings.

As for the food, I only remember it being tasty. Describing it further would be inaccurate. I seem to remember liking the Olivier LaFlaive '04 Chardonnay though.

20070817

Road Rash

My previous theory does not seem to be holding. Since riding the train, I haven't encountered the bizarre and unusual as I have in the past. Not even a racial slur. Just a lot of bums chasing me for my change.

But I did have an adventure recently nonetheless. This involved me, my Trek 1000 racing bike, morning traffic, riding parallel to trolley tracks on McKinney, an attempted 30-degree left turn onto Harwood, my thin wheels alternating from falling into the rut between the rail and the asphalt and losing traction on the smooth surface of the rail, both wheels slipping out from underneath me, and the left side of my body slamming onto the asphalt in the middle of McKinney Avenue.

The result is a bloody elbow that's still oozing puss, a strained ab, bruised hip, and a minor cut at my ankle. Well, my bike's important too, so it's going to need its alignment done, and the shifting mechanism got twisted around the handlebar.

Lessons:
1) Cycling in rush hour is stupid, even when it's just a couple miles from the Katy Trail back to your apartment in Downtown Dallas. Uptown is particularly bad since the streets that get you back to Downtown are limited.

2) Crossing streetcar lines with racing tires works best at 90-degree angles. In fact, that may be the only way I care to do that ever again. I would have still taken Harwood, but I would have crossed one street at a time like a pedestrian.

3) I feel stupid, irresponsible, and lucky to be alive.

Del's Is Back

By convenience of location, I returned to Del's to give the current owner a second shot. The burger was juicy and delicious. In fact, I'm going to go out on a limb here and say that it's come into its own now, a better burger than it once was.

Kudos Hoss.

By the way, Del's seems to have a bigger draw. Expect a crowd.