Scratched another two movies off my Oscars list. Last night Aaron and I watched Erin Brockovich on DVD. I hadn't seen it before, 'cause I was sick of courtroom dramas, but I have to admit it was pretty good. Here is a factoid. In the scene near the begining of the movie where Erin takes her kid to the diner for dinner... the waitress that takes their order is the real Erin Brockovich.
Today Aaron and I went to see Traffic. It was as good as a movie about drugs can be. Depressing that is.
In a moment of whimsy, we went stopped at Empire Hots for a Trash Plate. Rochester is the only place I have ever seen the Trash/Garbage plate phenomenon. The dish consists of macaroni salad, baked beans, and home fries, topped with a hot dog or hamburger with hot sauce (which in Rochester is actually a soupy finely ground beef mixture) on top. A heartattack on a plate basically.
It was evil. It was good. I smell like a hot dog now.
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