Besides being able to clean this entire apartment in thirty minutes, the best thing about living in 900 square feet is that it forces you to get out and make the city your own personal living space. Even when it's chilly outside, the sights, sounds, and the question marks as to what we might get into during a Saturday afternoon stroll are all more appealing than being cooped up with a hyper pomeranian. So, as usual, we bundled up and headed downtown with no real agenda in mind....
looking both ways before crossing the street
forrest was trying to lead us down ml king boulevard to champy's chicken for lunch but i had other (meatless) plans
salvador had to drink rusty water because we forgot to bring anything else
on our way home, sal and i stopped at our usual breaking spot on the walnut street bridge
long way down
And finally it was time for lunch so we dropped off the fluff and made our way on foot to Sluggo's. Many readers, family members, and friends often ask me "why don't you cook as often anymore?" Well kids, here is the answer: