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I’m ditching a company party right now to hit up Ceres, the bar/restaurant at the bottom of the Chicago Board of Trade. Of course, I showed up to the party and sampled the appetizers, but I can’t get over the feeling they’re holding back. Not to mention I think any party without alcohol is about as much fun as babysitting.

The Gin and Tonic here is a tumbler full of Gin and ice and lime, and an open can of Tonic.

Last night at my dad’s birthday dinner he told us a story about growing up a white boy in Hawaii and not being familiar with all the weird food there, like Tako (Japanese for squid) which he thought came in a tortilla with lettuce and tomato. He said the key to trying new foods in earnest is to be hungry. I guess it is the best spice.

To contrast, my mom then told us a story about how she grew up a local girl who didn’t know what crepes were, and was embarassed when my dad’s family invited her over for some. They made her make a crepe first, and she put way too much crap on it and was pretty embarassed.

Those are some great stories.