I again forced Gary to eat at a restaurant that doesn't belong to a chain. He loves to snuggle in the bosom of Friday's and Applebee's, but I dragged him off to Acero.
I've been to Acero with Catherine the Red, but not Gary. Again I had salami and cheese. Then the polenta was Rabbit Polenta, so had to eat that. Of course, I've had rabbit before (grandparents had a farm), but this was a good fall night for rabbit stew on corn polenta. I still don't know what rabbit actually tastes like, since the rabbit at the farm was in a casserole and this was a stew. Then we blew our budget on sea scallops and pork roast. They were complex, and good, but I think next time I'll go back to the eight dollar risotto instead of the twenty-four dollar entrees.
So we decided to walk off our rabbit and we wandered around Maplewood for a while and enjoy the full moon. The moon was not only full, but it was a clear night and you could see the man in the moon distinctly. I remarked how amazing it was that it looked just like the man in the moon you'd see in old French advertising: puffy cheeks, three-quarter profile. (Oh, and don't think I didn't search for an image for you. Couldn't find one.) Then I waited for Gary to rag on me, because really, am I under the impression the lunar landscape changes? Like, there would be lunar dust storms that would eradicate the man in the moon? Or maybe, maybe, there'd be a moonquake? Or lunar warming would change the terrain?
But he said none of those things, because he was struck by a craving for ice cream. "Normal ice cream! At a normal place! No weird shark ice cream or anything." We peeked in every window, looking for someplace that might serve ice cream, when we found some at the Grateful Inn.
Specifically, Gary looked at the menu in the window and said "They have ice cream, but ... for some reason ... there's a pot leaf icon next to it on the menu. Oh! That means it contains hemp." Then he turned to me but my ass was inside the Grateful Inn ordering ice cream with extra hemp. Hemp brittle, on vanilla ice cream, on a banana, on a croissant. With honey, I think. We also had a brownie sundae. This supposedly did not contain hemp. What, too cliche?
Then we went back out under the full moon, went home, and went to sleep. I've been sleeping pretty consistently since 24 hours ago. Might be the hemp?