Last weekend, I set off on my bike. I would save gas, stay close to home, and kill like three birds with one stone by brunching at the promising-sounding Garden Café, on Junius Street in Lakewood. I'd been there as a pre-vegan, and I remembered a lovely garden in the back.
The garden, as it turns out, didn't disappoint. Rows of colorful chard and fragrant herbs make for a sublime, at-one-with-nature dining experience. The menu, however, was a different story. There's plenty here if you eat
A fireside Taxi CabIt was a brisk night. Jessica and I had set out to see John Spriggins' Paper Dolls exhibition at the South Dallas Cultural Center. We made several illegal u-turns before successfully achieving our goal (the SDCC is precariously located at a wonky intersection) and perusing the collages of women's magazine propaganda filling the life-size silhouettes of real ladies. We discussed their shapes, heights, outlines of their hair dos. And then, because it was the middle of the wee
