the world is your acorn

Trapped in conventionland in San Diego last week, The Little Red Haired Girl and I went to Sevilla (warning: obnoxious flash site), a tapas restaurant. When our server recommended to us every item on the menu that we found totally uninteresting like the empanadas and tuna tartare (nothing against those items, we were just more interested in items that we can’t normally find), we were nervous. But we ordered what we wanted anyway, and loved every bite. We picked the ceviche, tortilla, pulpo a la gallega, and manila clams ajillo. After trying the clams we ordered a loaf of bread to soak up the clam juice, it was so delicious. For dessert we had some sort of espresso creme brulee that turned out to be pretty good too. Even though it was wicked touristy feeling, we ended up really enjoying our meal there.

These were good, mild but just flavorful enough. I think we had them on matzah, but I don’t really remember. We’ve started having canned fish for lunch on Sundays as a quick, cheap way to eat light after having a late breakfast but needing to refuel in between errand running. There’s a whole world of canned fish out there, and we’re trying both Western and Eastern styles. So far, no disappointments.

drink every time:

• commentators say “wade trophy winner” or “all-american” or “best player in the country” in reference to Maya Moore
• commentators have an orgasm over how awesome Maya Moore is
• they talk about UConn wanting to win the game for Montgomery
• they talk about Tina Charles’s potential to be the best center in the world or how Geno treats her
• they talk about Angel McCoughtry’s struggle for long range shots during the tournament
• they talk about Byrd’s inexperience as a point guard
• they talk about Walz’s accomplishments in his short time at Louisville
• a player explodes into some sort of full-bodied adrenaline-inspired fist-pump equivalent celebration
• they show past UConn stats or reference the team’s current undefeatedness
• someone says “deuce”
• they talk about a Louisville player who is not McCoughtry, Bingham, or Burke
• when they advertise Rebecca Lobo’s twitter account

(watch out, just the 2 Maya Moore categories themselves will have you plastered before the half.)