|I had my favorite waitress again today. She's a bright conversationalist (but understandably too busy to talk much) and an excellent waitress who knows how to strike that harmonious balance between caring attention and dining distance. I visited Ichiban in a restaurant search back in April, and I mentioned it in a blog from a day when I needed to eat near the Village Alamo Drafthouse (so I settled on Shabu). I thought I had written about Ichiban on an earlier date and included this picture, but I can't find it. Do you remember?|
|This is a lovely plate of what I call "polite calimari" because they look like onion rings and there are no tentacles visible. I like calimari so much that I'll eat them this way.|
|After lunch, I walked two more blocks up Burnet Road to the bank, which was the central item of business in this excursion.|
|Woman with sleeping child in arms watching her young son skate.|
|I wanted to cool off before going into Walmart, so I ducked into Tea Haus for some lemonade. This is a popular spot with Asian students—I imagine that there is some back story there to explain it all. I wonder how I can find out the story.|
|This is the lemonade, which, as lemonade goes, was near perfect: in the words of the singing coach in The Sound of Music, "not too sweet, and not too tart,"|
|The loot from Walmart.|
This bus stop was right by the HEB, and I decided to go inside and use the restroom and avoid any sort of embarrassing disasters on the way home. And I buy a bottle of Vitamin Water to keep myself hydrated on the relatively short trip home now. It was just a little after 6 pm when I got home—it had been a four-hour trip. After I sat under my ceiling fan, which serves to greatly amplify the air conditioning, I moved to my computer, where I have been ever since, and it's now 12:30. So it took me six hours—50% more time than the trip itself—to write this modest summary. I am not a fast writer.