Monday, June 21, 2004
Brotherland!
First, to update Friday's lunch, Monz made it to DQ for a grilled chicken salad and chocolate malt. Awful - there was an organic remnant of another kind of chick, if you get our drift. Three bites and out! Today is Jewel Tyranny Monday and if you could only hear the heartbreak in Monz' voice as he choked out the words: chicken...ham...cheddar.
Few places better epitomize the Brothers of the Circle Eye than Iowa City, Iowa. Everywhere you look are statues of angry doves (technically hawks, but they definitely are angry/not happy). Over the weekend the editors ventured to the fabled prairie oasis and were well-pleased by what they found. Downtown has a walking mall with rubber-chicken stores and one of the last great indie bookstores,(though this was the only place where people showed us any 'tude). The campus runs along the picturesque Iowa River. Lunch was at the famed "greasiest of the greasy spoons," where we had a very-greasy-indeed burger, fries, and a "pie shake" (pie and milk all in one -- we had the Boston Creme). On the way there we stopped by the Herbert Hoover Museum. Lots of great artifacts, but the revisionist historians failed to sway us. And who could resist the world's largest truck stop? We highly recommend IC for a long day-trip, though honesty compels us to note our general sense of "Madison light" - the walking mall is smaller and less bizarre, fewer bookstores, the ismuth is more picturesque than the riverfront (nice as it is), the lefty campus politics not as in-your-face, etc. Oh, one more culinary note, the Bread Garden downtown lived up to its billing for great soup -- one of the few post-"Soup Nazi" establishments we know to do so. We wish we could have had more but we had to save room for the spoon.
First, to update Friday's lunch, Monz made it to DQ for a grilled chicken salad and chocolate malt. Awful - there was an organic remnant of another kind of chick, if you get our drift. Three bites and out! Today is Jewel Tyranny Monday and if you could only hear the heartbreak in Monz' voice as he choked out the words: chicken...ham...cheddar.
Few places better epitomize the Brothers of the Circle Eye than Iowa City, Iowa. Everywhere you look are statues of angry doves (technically hawks, but they definitely are angry/not happy). Over the weekend the editors ventured to the fabled prairie oasis and were well-pleased by what they found. Downtown has a walking mall with rubber-chicken stores and one of the last great indie bookstores,(though this was the only place where people showed us any 'tude). The campus runs along the picturesque Iowa River. Lunch was at the famed "greasiest of the greasy spoons," where we had a very-greasy-indeed burger, fries, and a "pie shake" (pie and milk all in one -- we had the Boston Creme). On the way there we stopped by the Herbert Hoover Museum. Lots of great artifacts, but the revisionist historians failed to sway us. And who could resist the world's largest truck stop? We highly recommend IC for a long day-trip, though honesty compels us to note our general sense of "Madison light" - the walking mall is smaller and less bizarre, fewer bookstores, the ismuth is more picturesque than the riverfront (nice as it is), the lefty campus politics not as in-your-face, etc. Oh, one more culinary note, the Bread Garden downtown lived up to its billing for great soup -- one of the few post-"Soup Nazi" establishments we know to do so. We wish we could have had more but we had to save room for the spoon.
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