Last night's semi-regular dinner meeting with director friend was just what the doctor ordered. What with the chaos of the entire Wonderettes rehearsal period and run, the holidays, and then he being down with bronchitis for a while, it had been a good long while since we'd been able to just chat and catch up, with nothing that had to be frantically planned or decided.
We always meet at this very popular and comfortable Danbury jernt called Rosy Tomorrow's. I'd been hankering for some fish and chips, so I had (wait for it) the fish and chips. I don't think I'd had any for over a year. It's a good plate, and the french fries were exceptional, almost like the way french fries used to always be back in the day before fast food ones were so ubiquitous and "predictable". I think the tartar sauce could be a little more adventurous, it seemed a little on the bland side, but that's a minor complaint indeed. We sat there for nearly three hours.
