Day 85: Sola Cafe (who knew?)

The Cambridge portion of today was brief, but significant.  I woke up and ran errands/prepared car for road trip with 3 other people (i.e. finally emptied the trunk and threw shit out)/went grocery shopping etc. this morning, and I was still ready hours before we needed to leave for New Hampshire at noon.  Of course I was still late anyway, but that's beside the point.

In my morning endeavors, I happened upon Sola Cafe on the way to the grocery store.  This is a route I have traversed many times, but somehow I always missed this cafe (upon remarking on this to one of the workers there and telling her that I only live a block away above Toscanini, she responds, "wow, you traveled all the way across the street!" -- she has a point; but I digress).

At any rate, the place is owned by the same people who brought you La Luna Caffe (which is _not_ on the opposite side of the street from my house), and is located right next to my favorite Cantabrigian Thursday Night destination, the Asgard.  I decided to grab breakfast there and it turns out you can get a pretty decent brioche for fifty cents.  FIFTY CENTS.  Does _anything_ else in this city cost fifty cents?

After that there was the picking up of Cambridge-area individuals from Jamaica Plain to Medford, the transportation of said individuals to New Hampshire, the playing the "spin-the-kid-around-in-a-circle-without-hurting-anyone" game x a bunch of kids, and many other activities leading to a crazy sing-along campfire lasting into the morning.  All in all, a good day.

Day 52: Cinderella's

Warning: there is some griping contained within, mostly in the second paragraph.

Typically I tout the fact that my apartment is located above Toscanini's, hands down my favorite place to get coffee and also to get ice cream in Cambridge.  However, this is a slight stretch of the truth -- in fact, my house is above an "Italian" restaurant just next to said coffee shop called Cinderella's.  Much less glamorous than Tosci, yet at certain points in one's life (or one's night), Cinderella's makes a lot of sense.

Yesterday after work, the original plan had been to run errands with Z., make an appearance at Gallery 263 for a bluegrass/folk concert there, and then go to the typical Thursday night LBK at Asgard.  Z. needed to pick up some computer stuff that was big/heavy from Microcenter and we thought we might go shopping at the Trader Joe's next door, as well. So I jauntily left work at 7p, thinking I had plenty of time to make it to the concert by its start time of 8 or just after.  Of course I forgot my phone at work -- and of course I couldn't just leave it there, as my office was going to be moved at approximately the crack of 7am the next morning.  So after I picked up Z. at home, I asked him if he wouldn't mind a) letting me run to work before I brought him back home and b) skipping the grocery-stopping step of our endeavors.  Of course he was acquiescent.  We got in line at Microcenter where he had ordered some stuff online, and when he whipped out his wallet... he realized he left the credit card he needed at home.  Thank God I'm not the only one who does these things.  Anyhow, phone was retrieved, Z. got to see BBN, card was retrieved from home, monitor and processor were purchased, and then I dropped off Z. at the front door so that I could go park.  Except after I circled, having seen someone move their car, a police-mobile pulled up immediately in front of the place where my car needed to go to turn left onto the street with the parking spot. And stayed there.  And stayed there.  Eventually I backed up the entire street to where the preceding cross-street had been.

But that was the last crappy part of the day. Because, as I have foreshadowed, the day was going to end with Cinderella's, meaning that good times would be had first. Said good times were had both at the gallery and then at the Asgard, where a bunch of folks from Calliope as well as some MIT-ers and the gallery crew met up for some soulful tune-ing.

After, there was still a bit more chatting at Asgard, then we proceeded onward to Cinderella's for some tasty grub, which we enjoyed outside in the park in front of my house, obviously also enjoying the company of many other Central Square-ers as happens when out on pretty much any night in Central Square.  Please tell me where I can find such things in San Diego...