The Top Chef finale was a damn joke. Stefan was robbed, and worse than that, was that that weasel Hosea that won. Seriously, when it seemed like Stefan wasn't going to win, I thought that Carla would be the next contender. But no such luck. Eh, what can you do? I'm sure that Hosea will go back to Colorado and despite the win, continue on a career filled with metiocrity. Went to The Wind-up Thursday night. Met up with Lori and Rob. Nick and I stopped at Subway on the way home. Been a while since we did that. Slept in Hampden. Borrowed The Watchmen. I have strick orders to read the book by this weekend when the movie comes out. I am about a third of the way done now, and have looked some stuff up online to familiarize myself with it. It's very engrossing, but also complicated, but I am enjoying it. Hope to get it read by Thursday (doubtful), since Nick said that he would like to go to a midnight showing, although that would put us at 3 o'clock to get home (it's a two and a half hour movie), but it's not like that has never happened. Went to Underground, or its new incarnation at Fletcher's, Brilliant, Friday night. God, I do enjoy dancing. Slept in Saturday. Got coffee, then took a walk, then headed to mine. Hung out there a while, got ready to go to dinner with Nick's parents. We went to a place called Jack's Bistro in Canton. Pretty good, specialising in soude vede cooking, which is kind of ironic considering Carla's undoing by the "bag-cooking" in the finale this week. We started with shrowstring fries with demi glaze and foie gras sauce (wasn't crazy about that, but there were no solid bits.), with some cheese dispersed throughout. It was pretty good, reminded me very much of a fancy version of gravy fries (hmmm, gravy fries. Been a long time. Cafe Hon...). Nick got his own starter which was a tuna tartar with tomato and jalapeno. I was all set to have the crab cake on the menu, but then opted for the much cheaper chopped filet mignon burger. That proved to be very delicious, if a little too filling on account of the huge kaiser roll it was on. Didn't care too much for the fries, but that was only because of their size. I like a more substantial potato. Anyways, Nick got a filet mignon, rare, although, he did give me a piece, the most well-done of it, and it was pretty damn delicious. Completely different texture, melted in your mouth. That came with grits, which I find to be horrible and repulsive, and asparagus. The asparagus was good. Nick's mom got scallops, and is dad had the soude vede pork chop, amazingly moist and very, very good. The dessert may have pushed it over the edge with what they billed as "fried s'mores," because later on, I felt sick. I think it was from over-eating and then Nick and I mucking about terrorizing eachother. Did check out the David Lynch Fest at The Wind-up, but it ended up not being that awesome. It was packed, which is alright, but it ended up being a damn "Twin Peaks" fest. Just about everything represented was about Twin Peaks, saw nothing referencing Blue Velvet or Wild At Heart (my favourites of his), no Eraserhead hair, nothing for anything hardly other than Twin Peaks (or the film version, Fire Walk With Me.). Lori came out and we ran into that kid Davis, and Holly was in costume and won the Twin Peaks Trivia contest, but all in all, I was glad to go home. Sunday, had some lunch at Common Ground, then took a walk up to the Rotunda and back. Went to B later on for dinner. Lovely meal, on the cheap by our standards (and by the majority of the menu's standards, as well.). Began with the Caesar salad and baby octopus (give ya one guess who had what haha), then Nick had the chicken panini (terribly good, would definately order that) and I had the margherita pizza. I had that the first time there, but this time it was better, different. A little more deconstructed last time, more spinach and cheese this time, delicious. For dessert, I got their ice cream platter, with an unexpected find, red beet ice cream. I was a little leary, but the waitress said how good it was, so I got that along with the hazelnut and Nuttella flavours. I love B's ice cream. Didn't get my cappuccino, but I did have a Kasteel Rouge. Nick had creme brule, just basic, nothing amazing, but good (atleast it wasn't that orange and basil one.). Very good meal, excellent atmosphere, the snow falling outside the giant windows on the sleeping brownstones of Bolton Hill.