Some unfair comparisons
I’m polyamorous about college towns. Having lived in or beside Greensboro (Guilford, UNCG), Chapel Hill (UNC), Durham (Duke), Palo Alto (Stanford), Santa Barbara (UCSB), Pasadena/Los Angeles (Caltech, et. al.), Cambridge (Harvard, MIT, Tufts, et. al), New York City (NYU, Columbia, et. al.), and Bloomington (Indiana U), I’ve been spoiled by book stores and coffee shops aplenty, first-rate theater and music scenes, great college sports, and brilliant lifelong friends. Right now I’m shuttling between Bloomington and Santa Barbara, which are embarrassingly rich in all but one respect: restaurants. Santa Barbara kicks ass on that one, hands down. Bloomington doesn’t. It has many very good restaurants (Uptown, Elm, Marco & Polo), some great bars (Uptown, Farm), and fine food appreciation and conversation (the No Dishes podcast is a labor of intense love by host Jordan Davis and producer Garrett Poortinga). But no restaurants that one might call destinations. Santa Barbara has a bunch. (Most recent: Dom’s Taverna. Basque.)
Back in Bloomington, one exception is astride Highway 46 on the way to Nashville and Columbus (two Indiana towns with names better known elsewhere) from Bloomington (yet another Indiana town with a name shared with too many other towns in other states), is a stationary Filipino food truck-like thing called Johnny’s Grub to Go. (That’s it, above.) Its hours are occasional, but we’ve met patrons there who have motored in from Louisville, Chicago, and other inconveniently distant places. It’s that good.
Maintenance report
Visited the retinologist this (Tuesday, Cinco de Mayo) morning. While my vision in both eyes is sharp (better than 20/20), I’ve got a lot of new floaters left over from the cataract surgery in my left eye. Two are long filaments I’ve named Bob and Alice. Early macular degeneration (consistent with my antiquity) seems not to be progressing, which is good. But the eye exam (bright lights, dilation, numbing drops, lots of painful eyeball poking, and a gel goop that still hasn’t gone away) left me with limited vision for the day. Tomorrow morning: root canal.
A song for today, written and performed by my pal Andy Ruff, with The Dew Daddies.
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