There’s a Swedish restaurant a couple blocks from our house that the Snook and I have been meaning to try out. It’s called kök. (Their front window explains that it’s pronounced shirk.) As you can imagine, we’ve been making jokes about the place for weeks. Every time we tried to get in, though, they were closed. We headed up there again on Friday only to discover that it’s been turned into an Italian cafe (with no amusing name). I’m very disappointed.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.