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Crepes at Beau Monde | This American Life | Sudoku | The Navy Yard
Crepes at Beau Monde
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It's been a couple of years, but I recently rediscovered the wonderful crepes at Beau Monde Crêperie at Sixth and Bainbridge. The delicate batter was griddled to perfection with an array of accoutrements from the savory to the sweet. The savory blé noir (buckwheat) crepe with grilled chicken, cheddar cheese and broccoli was seasoned to perfection, and the lemon with sugar crepe was just the right balance of tart and sweet. My crepe-filled memories have been satiated and renewed at this beautiful Philadelphia oasis. Let us all eat crepes!
This American Life
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As a Canadian new to the area, I'm still warming up to life in the U.S. Jersey's traffic circles and a lack of free basic health care are a lot to take in. This American Life, on the other hand, is perfect. Ira Glass spins the sweetest of stories on this radio gem. One of my favorites is the "Neighbors" episode, in which Mister Rogers is consulted on issues of neighborly conflict. For 20 minutes, I sat in my car to hear the tale out. Mister Rogers, in the voice of Daniel Striped Tiger, gently cajoles the storyteller, "I never looked like a fierce tiger and hardly any tiger lives in a clock. But that's just who I am and after a while, if you get to know me, you'll probably accept me just as I am — the way I accept you." Seriously, it's that good.
Sudoku
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I learned about this frightening puzzle recently. I was in line at Bed Bath & Beyond, and blatantly staring at me was a thick, purple book filled with pages and pages of Sudoku. I grabbed the book, made a purchase, rushed home and it all went downhill from there. I have been late for many social events because of this phenomenon, and strange emotions arise inside of me when I cannot finish the puzzle. When this happens, I start to draw large X shapes and unhappy faces all over the pages. In the most extreme cases, I scribble expletives. But hey, at least I'm not on crack!
The Navy Yard
The south end of Broad Street scoots under I-95, and then enters the gates of the Philadelphia Navy Yard. I was there last week, on my way to try out Frog at the Yard, the ultimate build-your-own-lunch commissary. Once past the Yard gates, I was shocked by the change from the city's huddled buildings and short vistas. I could see the icy Delaware River and feel its chill. I could see plants growing on the opposite shore and ships towering above the buildings. I could hear the quiet. I'd escaped the city's urgent business with just a 15-minute drive. Amazing!
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