If you’ve never been to the little cafe behind Enrico’s Biscotti in the Strip District, go there immediately and have lunch. Jen and I were turned on to this place over the winter by a couple of friends, and a week rarely passes when we don’t have lunch there. Simple Italian fare — pizzas, sandwiches, soups, greens — but all the bread-based items are made in a brick wood-fired oven. Delicious. And the space is about a close to a real Italian cafe as you could probably get here in the ‘burgh…long tables, an open kitchen, bottles of wine everywhere, and mismatched flatware. We’re also anxious to go to one of their Friday night dinners. It’s a set menu, based on what looks good in the markets that week, and it includes more food than most people could eat (generally it’s 4 or 5 courses, plus dessert).

In other news…we’re working our way through season 7 of the X-Files. I must admit, I’m a bit disappointed. Some of the storylines are a real stretch (which is pretty amazing, considering the subject matter of the series), and the plot lines tend to wander a bit too much. And I must admit this — the whole Mulder/Scully foil thing is getting a bit old. Nearly episode includes the Mulder “aliens did it” vs. the Scully “it’s about science” argument, and it is a bit trite. Granted, sometimes it works well with the particulars of the plot, but other times it just as if the writers put it in there because they had to.

Of course, this doesn’t mean I’ll stop watching them, or wait anxiously for the release of season 8. It’s a bit like a crack addiction…I hate it will I’m doing it, but I just can’t live without it….

Posted on 30 June 2003