We are sitting here in the Bristol Room, or whatever it is, at the Holiday Inn Select, just having finished dinner. We treated ourselves to 8-ounce sirloins, which came with a very nice vegetable beef soup. Yum!

Left the house about three, knowing we would have to plough our way through traffic. Luckily James knows all the surface roads, because every freeway in the area is lit up red like the proverbial Christmas tree on the traffic map. We snaked across the river and through the toney neighborhoods north of I-285 (wondering why at least half of the homes had big green ribbons on their mailboxes or front gates; yeah, this is the type of neighborhood that has a front gate) and finally to Mt. Vernon Highway, in back of Perimeter Mall, and thus to Borders (we had 40 percent off coupons). James found a hardback book he was looking at last week and I bought The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, which is about a precocious 11-year-old English girl who gets involved in a mysterious murder. Sounded fascinating on Dani's book blog and looks yummy.

By the time we emerged from Borders, the traffic, at least on Mt. Vernon, had subsided a bit and it took us almost no time at all to get to Chamblee Dunwoody Road and down, cross the freeway and get to the hotel.

And the restaurant opened on time, too. I hope this is a good sign! The steak was quite good, even if it did have pepper on it, and I have a leftover for lunch next week.

Labels: books, food, traffic

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