So tonight after a ridiculous evening where we ran out of everything (hommus, falafel, chicken, mjaddara, kafta, fattoush, grape leaves) at Jerusalem Garden somehow, my pal Ashley dropped in. Her original plans were foiled by the unparalleled devastation she found, but after she swept the floor we went out for a drink and some yogurt. I’m not sure how Ann Arbor has sustained itself without a Pinkberry style yogurt shop for so long. Thanks to the not so tastily named “Yogobliss” I no longer have to get by with only Ben & Jerry’s, Stucci’s, Kilwin’s, or Washtenaw Dairy ice cream. I don’t think I could have lasted another moment.
Anyway, after scarfing some mango frozen yogurt we headed to Ann Arbor’s finest fish pub, The Black Pearl. As bad as Ashley wanted a fish taco, we were only there for the cognac. It took a little while for our drinks to show up since the staff had to pick and juice the lemons to make lemonade; but the lemonade-hennessey combo, aptly dubbed “the juicebox”, really hit the spot. Few things compare to a glass (2 each, all told) of hennessey on a summer night. I’m not sure why they didn’t give us adult straws, but three of the thin ones we were offered did the trick. In the end, Busta wasn’t joking about the ten spot one of these puppies will set you back. I think next time I’ll just pick up my own Henne; I’d rather sip my juicebox on the swingset anyway.
