That's good fish.

Franklin's (Hyattsville, MD) is one of our favorite local restaurants. After church on Sunday I had "Fidel's Favorite," a tasty cuban sandwich, while Becky had the pasta special with sausage and broccoli rabe. Nobody at our table was a big enough spender to go for the Grilled Atlantic Salmon, however. I know the economy is rough, but does Franklin's really think this is the way to increase profits? I guess if gas prices are falling, maybe people will be more willing to pay twelve-hundred dollars for some salmon.

Lost in translation

On our trip to China this past June we enjoyed friendly tour guides, pushy salespeople, and beautiful sights (even if seen through a perpetual haze). We also enjoyed the results of attempting to translate Chinese characters into understandable English. English words we got; understandable English,  not so much.

If I ever start up a band, "Barbecue Speculation" will be its name. Too bad most French Horn players don't start bands.

(credit goes to my alert wife for snapping a shot of this in a restaurant window as we hurried down the street)