After our wedding reception and before setting out for our honeymoon destination, Pete and I went to a local hotel changed into jeans and T's, and....ahhhh....comfortable shoes, and went to Billy Reed's. Don't get me wrong - we had a beautiful buffet at the reception, wonderful food and drink, dancing and (not kidding) a roving mime compliments of the Mr. Neil Gaiman.
But the bride and groom rarely get to eat, so we took ourselves to the pentacle of comfort food.
And that's what Billy Reed's is to me. And so much more. It's where I take people from out of town because it's fun and worth the experience.
But this weekend, Benton Warren and I went for lunch and to talk about art projects. Poppet came along and a wonderful time was had by all. (The Swiss Chard was to die for.) The portions are too big. When it was time to stop, I didn't. I just got more selective and ate gravy.
By the time we were done, we'd sketched out a plan for a new kinetic piece. It's been over five years since Ben and I built anything together. I'm so happy to be here.
|Ben and Me|
|Sepia fits, doesn't it?|
|Poppet digs sand dabs, mashed potatoes and gravy, swiss chard. And gravy.|
|Fish and Turtles outside.|