We’re breaking up the winter doldrums with an overnight trip to the Twin Cities, to take Mark’s son back to school. We haven’t started on our quest for dinner yet, so no food pictures, tho we do have brunch reserves at Hell’s Kitchen tomorrow (BTW – huge oversight on their part that the mobile website doesn’t include any Ralph Steadman imagery).
Hell’s Kitchen disappointments aside, we were really happy with our room number when we checked in – 327, the magical number, my bro’s birthday, and number of words in his perfect humorous essay, and powerful in other ways too numerous to mention.
Our hotel room number
