Diet Dr. Pepper on draft is scarce up in these parts, so a Texan goes into every restaurant and cafe resigned to fate.
What’s glorious about that is that it sets us up for a marvelous serendipity, which qb discovered at 0700 MST: the bagel shop in Central Park Square has DDP on draft, self-serve. In addition to some chewy, hand-made bagels and silky cream cheeses. And some agreeably surly help behind the counter.
The only downside here is that the so-called “large” soda is a pathetic 24 oz. But who’s complaining?
BTW, it’s still snowin’. Ten inches since we got here, and more coming today. No visits to the emergency room. Samuel – his tailbone healing from some first-night goofiness – started linking some turns on his snowboard, and Silas and Isaac took qb and squaw up the gondola for a delightfully long run down Why Not and Right O’ Way.
Who is worthy of these things?