Out again with alum of St. Peter Chanel. I still can't get over how nice everyone is here. If one more stranger asks me how I am doing I am really going to be convinced that I have a brain tumor and am the only person who doesn't know.
A guy was at least 30 seconds ahead of me getting to the door of Compadres Grill in Northfield Villiage. He held that door open the whole time until I got there. Can you imagine Jersey Shore? He didn't ask for a quarter either.