tasty food and crunchy books

Last night, in honor of nothing-in-particular-except-it-being-Restaurant-Week-in-the-city, breadandroses and I went out to our favorite special-occasion restaurant and then further indulged ourselves with a stop at the nearby used book emporium. Where we bought crack. Elizabeth Peters for her, Susan Howatch for me. The Howatch (Mystical Paths) is, so far, artistically indefensible even by her standards (unless the Affair that's been portentously referenced but not described for fifty pages now does in fact turn out to be of apocalyptic proportions) but has the same old page-turning effect on me. It's still ER, with bishops.