For the holiday weekend, we didn’t make it to the beach, but I did wear my hair in beach-y waves with no blow dryer which is a big deal for me. I was not blessed with no fuss hair and
probably definitely looked
like a crazy person.
The whole weekend was spent laying around the house, reading books and taking walks in the neighborhood. So due to my lack of a desire to brush my hair or put on makeup, when it came time for dinner on Monday night the options seemed limited. I didn’t want to go anywhere where I could potentially encounter another human, but I also sure as hell was not going to be cooking anything and ruin all the laziness that I had mastered over the weekend.
The answer, Sidewalk Café (2101 W Main St). There was the possibility that other human beings would be at Sidewalk, but I was craving spaghetti and picked the place I thought most likely to be open on Memorial Day and most likely to be dimly lit.
There were a handful of people there when we got there. We snagged a booth and the waitress brought menus. The specials of the day were handwritten on a piece of lined note paper that was torn out of a notebook and in half. This validated that I had appropriately chosen a no fuss location.
I had the spaghetti with marinara baked with cheese. Evan had the fettuccini carbonara. Both were our own personal comforts on a plate. Mine was rich with tomato and melty mozzarella, perfectly plain and tasty at the same time. His was buttery and bacony with a sweet surprise from little green peas. These were no culinary masterpieces but they sure tasted good. Ending a lazy weekend with a simple (massive) plate of food that you know is no good for you seemed an appropriate end to a weekend of doing nothing productive on purpose.