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On Saturday, we fly to Charleston
Mar. 15th, 2025 11:00 pmWe had a 3:45 flight, and our aircraft was there when we arrived at the airport. R. got stopped at security again and they made him dig his bike tools out of his roller again. He really should pack these in an outer pocket of his backpack. Or in a pocket where he can leave them in a tray. Whatever. We had lunch at Wahlburgers and a good thing too because our flight rolled away from the gate and developed a battery charger issue before getting all the way to the runway. So back we went and some people got off and then they replaced a part and turned the plane off and on again and then everyone had to deboard and reboard because some people had gotten off and they weren’t really sure who. Oh well.
Anyway. We did manage to take off, and we landed about an hour and a half late. I listened to much of Lev Menand’s “The Fed Unbound”, which is not great but isn’t actively horrible either. My sister had taken the Palmetto (Amtrak) from Virginia, and we ran into her entering the elevator down to the rental cars. We then rendezvoused at the Culver’s at the Tanger outlets and had a lot of food — onion rings were good, crinkle fries were good, chicken tenders were above average, and people said nice things about the cheese curds and the custard. My sister’s family knows Culver’s from Tampa; I’d never been to one before. 100% would happily eat at one again. The lactaid A. took with her custard was inadequate to the task and she had substantial burping later which a gas-X eventually fixed so we could sleep.
R. and I went out to get a drink. Last Saint was too loud and crowded, so we wound up at The Select, after the live music had left but before (relatively early for a Saturday night) last call and close. I had a manhattan and they default to rye with a selection. I picked Rittenhouse. He had a drink of the week which was a super tasty Monte Carlo but it’s got benedictine in it so I only had a taste. We got no food; we were very full from Culver’s. They had great sound treatment, including these amazing lights that opened and closed like jelly fish but in a paper-fluffy sort of way. Awesome. I had R. mke a reservation for the Annex at Last Saint on Thursday because Resy wasn’t letting me have a 5 pm reservation at a beer garden and a 10 pm reservation at a speakeasy. Why not, Resy. Maybe it doesn’t approve of being greedy, which, fair.
Anyway. We did manage to take off, and we landed about an hour and a half late. I listened to much of Lev Menand’s “The Fed Unbound”, which is not great but isn’t actively horrible either. My sister had taken the Palmetto (Amtrak) from Virginia, and we ran into her entering the elevator down to the rental cars. We then rendezvoused at the Culver’s at the Tanger outlets and had a lot of food — onion rings were good, crinkle fries were good, chicken tenders were above average, and people said nice things about the cheese curds and the custard. My sister’s family knows Culver’s from Tampa; I’d never been to one before. 100% would happily eat at one again. The lactaid A. took with her custard was inadequate to the task and she had substantial burping later which a gas-X eventually fixed so we could sleep.
R. and I went out to get a drink. Last Saint was too loud and crowded, so we wound up at The Select, after the live music had left but before (relatively early for a Saturday night) last call and close. I had a manhattan and they default to rye with a selection. I picked Rittenhouse. He had a drink of the week which was a super tasty Monte Carlo but it’s got benedictine in it so I only had a taste. We got no food; we were very full from Culver’s. They had great sound treatment, including these amazing lights that opened and closed like jelly fish but in a paper-fluffy sort of way. Awesome. I had R. mke a reservation for the Annex at Last Saint on Thursday because Resy wasn’t letting me have a 5 pm reservation at a beer garden and a 10 pm reservation at a speakeasy. Why not, Resy. Maybe it doesn’t approve of being greedy, which, fair.