Been busy lately, but the past several days have brought me Eating, Watching, Listening, and Reading. So, briefly:

Eating: On Friday, we headed down Park Slope to get a bite to eat at Bonnie’s Grill (Will’s favorite burger place), but were turned off by the 30-minute wait. So we headed across the street to Aunt Suzie’s, a red-sauce joint that seemed vaguely familiar to me. It turned out that I had eaten there more than two years ago, before I moved to New York. It’s nothing like the haute trattorias (if I may mix my languages) that are taking over the Slope–just comforting Italian home cooking. I especially enjoyed the “special” appetizer of a stuffed artichoke, prepared like my family always had them at holidays: steamed, stuffed with butter and seasoned breadcrumbs, then baked. Our shared artichoke, huge plate of pasta with “Grandma’s meat sauce,” cannoli, and bottle of wine came to $38. We had the added bonus of being seated near borough president Marty Markowitz, who was remarkably short. Will hissed at him discreetly.

Watching: Saturday we went to see Friends with Money, the new Jennifer Aniston vehicle. Verdict? It was good, if a little implausible (really, how is it that an impoverished 30-something woman’s three BFFs are ten years her senior and fabulously rich?). It was a nice ensemble piece, though, with good performances by Aniston, Frances McDormand, Katherine Keener, and Joan Cusack.

Listening: After the movie, we braved the downpour and headed farther east to see The Crevulators at Otto’s Shrunken Head. We had some fun deconstructing the rockabilly/trailer trash/burlesque/moll clique that crowded the bar and then enjoyed a brief and very belated set by the band, whom we had first seen at Hank’s Saloon in Brooklyn a few weeks earlier.

Reading: Finally, last night I received Adventures in Editing, by Charles Hanson Towne, and what a read it is. After only brief, random dips into this book, I can already tell this is one for ongoing blogging. Towne was apparently quite the bon vivant and a central figure in the glamorous literary scene of pre-Depression New York (the book was published in 1926). The prose is hilariously flowery and the tone is sweetly gossipy (Towne was, after all, editor of The Smart Set). Excerpts to come.