Jan
20
My parents treated me to lupper at 3:00 this afternoon to celebrate my year of adherence to a particular mode of healthy living. Initially, we were going to have an early dinner (at Outback Steakhouse on West End Avenue, next to Dad’s CPA office) around 5pm; however, Dad later realized that Lipscomb University has a home basketball game at 4:15. The nice, randomized image of Nashville at night has little to do with any of this.
The Cheesecake Factory in Green Hills (review by the Fun Times Guide of Franklin, Tennessee) was the obvious choice. We were told the wait was anywhere from 25 to 40 minutes, which did not bother me in the least (thanks to Davis-Kidd).
One of the best things about eating at the Green Hills Cheesecake Factory is Davis-Kidd Booksellers, the fantastic bookstore next door — providing a great way to pass the time you’re virtually guaranteed to spend waiting for a table. Our wait was forty minutes, thirty of which were spent browsing those alluring new paperbacks; that’s about when my wallet began to smoke.
There’s a new edition of the most interesting history book I’ve ever read: Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong, by James W. Loewen (author’s website). There’s even a study guide for this well researched, well written and much needed history book; after all, American history (and probably that of most other countries) is typically taught through feel-good myths rather than truth.
Also capturing my attention (and my dollars): A People’s History of the United States: 1492 - Present, a 700+ page tome by Howard Zinn, which begins with a chapter called Columbus, the Indians, and Human Progress and ends with The 2000 Election and the “War on Terrorism”. But making this book truly unique are the points of view from which history is told: Native Americans, factory workers, African Americans, immigrant laborers, America’s women, and the working poor tell the stories — historical protagonists, if you will.
Other books that captured my attention included The End of Faith: Religion, Terror, and the Future of Reason by Sam Harris,. . .
We ate at 3pm; I had not had lunch. (However, Dad was in a drive-thru ordering a chicken sandwich at 1:40pm - as we were planning this meal.) Is there a word for this sort of meal? I am publicly guessing that this meal, basically a combination of lunch and dinner, is common enough to warrant a name. If not, there certainly should be one. We’ve got brunch; why not lupper? Well, Julie and I have it, anyway!
I thoroughly enjoyed my Seared Tuna Tataki Salad, and I made sure to include just the right amount of sliced ginger per bite. The salad consisted of Pacific albacore tuna, lightly seared and served rare with avocado, tomato, and mixed greens tossed with wasabi vinaigrette. The tomato was not pretty, being out of season and all, but it was heartily consumed with all the rest.
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Congrats on your year of helathy living. I am all for that!
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