Anchower, again. Actually been going places and eating things, rather than say, hanging around the office, hitting refresh on Chow.com scanning for imprecise usages of "deconstruct." And deets TK! For now, Portland is pretty much like you would figure, and in San Juan, large multigenerational families eat out at all hours! The latter point is interesting, as the stroller wars are heating up again. If you could get these folks on the same page, the combined force of the huffy indignations would be enough to free Tibet. For now, I'll observe that this whole strollers-in-bars contretemps is a classic example of unintended consequences, in that the whole issue would go away if they re-legalized smoking in bars. At the Cod's local, you'd only bring in an infant at a busy time if you wanted to cure it, Jamon-steez, so it's really not an issue. One of
America's Park Slope's great social ills solved before nine on a Monday--you're welcome, Brooklyn.
*Baby Watson, whut whut -- The Garage, circa 1982, hollerin atcha!
**Image from the Chronic's baby blog, "The Poop." The debate plays out a little differently in SF. What the fuck do they put in the water out there?