Took Big Daddy, Bad Mama's husband, to dinner at Veselka tonight. Veselka is one of the surviving Ukranian restaurants in the East Village. Ukranian food has fed two generations of New York hipsters, and God willing, it will feed two generations more, dammit. We had pierogies and some beer made in
Lvov Lviv. Of course I told him to get the bigos.
Anyway. It was sleeting, so we talked a little about football. He's an adopted Midwesterner, so he's new to this whole "Packers" thing. On the other hand, he's from the South, so he knows.