An unbelievable day of eating! Met old City Paper pal Dave Morton (who toasted me at my good-bye party with, "I loved the way Janet wasted my time"), now a doctoral candidate in history at the U at Hell's Kitchen in downtown Minneapolis, where everything I tasted made me say "oh my god!". Said things were: lemon/ricotta hotcakes, house-made buffalo sausage with maple (of which I am certainly no loyal fan), something crunchy, and red pepper flakes ("It's a journey!" I said to Morton, "I know, I just got to the pepper"), and aforementioned buffalo sausage baked into bread with walnuts and toasted! Go there, if you live within 500 miles.

This afternoon, I saw "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas" with friends Dave and Karen Karges. I had a rare experience of disliking the first half but liking the second. Then I had another fabulous meal around the corner--bleu cheese salad and tuna tartar, which was like sushi perfected, on crostini instead of in rice, and with big proportions of tuna and ginger. I ate every tiny lump.