unfiltered thoughts: an ethical dilemma

The new French bistro down the street from my work is soooooooooo good. But, as it has just opened and my building is a bit off the beaten path, I find myself faced with an ethical dilemma. Do I:

    1. Tell everyone that it is a delightful little hidden gem and you should absolutely go there at every opportunity, running the risk that it will become as popular as it deserves to be, at the expense of me never having their cozy warm atmosphere all to myself again?

– OR –

  1. Tell no one to help to keep it hidden as long as possible so that should they fold I will not have to go on as extreme a diet as I would have had they stayed open long-term?

As much as I enjoy having it to myself, enjoying the peace and quiet as I sip my smooth, perfectly roasted coffee and sample their flaky, buttery croissants and delicate macarons, I am going to choose #1. If you are in my neck of the woods, you really must go to Delice.

delice-coffee-macaron

reason #712 i’ll never be a brain surgeon

Last weekend, I took the kids to the Science Center, which is a little above their age. Well, only a hair, in the case of the 7 month old. But I went anyway since it’s age appropriate for our friends’ kids, and it was pretty cool. Except by midday, my Dawdler decided she had to eat a snack right away. Because, toddlers, ugh! Requiring food every 6 or so hours, am I right? SO high maintenance.

When we couldn’t find anywhere to eat except their pricey proprietary on-site cafe, Dawdler struck out on her own seeking a spot where she could sit down and inhale the stash of Toddler Chow we’d brought from home. She found a great little secluded spot where she could eat undisturbed.

Except it was highly disturbing to me. I found her seated in a dark little corner theater where there was a looping video of brain surgery.

I mean, I get it. She had no idea what she was watching, and the Science Center is noisy and crowded, which can be a difficult environment for her, as she’s shy in temperament.

But I would have strongly preferred the other corner theater. The one with a looping video of a birth. Either way, I guess it solved the problem of I hadn’t brought any Mommy Chow.

How Local, Exactly?

People at work leave menus from nearby restaurants in our kitchen, and the one on top caught my eye, as it’s a new bistro that I’ve been wanting to check out. The tagline under the bistro’s name says “We use local, organic, free-range ingredients.” Sweet!

But when I got to the entrees section, their four entrees are: shrimp, rainbow trout, scallops, and mussels. There are shrimp farms here, but otherwise there must be an alternate definition of “local” that I’m not aware of.