Moody's

Russ and I spent many hours together this weekend, most of which were spent eating or drinking something. For lunch on Saturday we went to a new place from the Blue Book—Moody's Pub. It was dark and hard to see much beyond the food on the table, which is really all that has to be seen—that's why I have no problem eating in bed at night. That, and it's just easier to roll over and go to sleep immediately after a meal. But for lunch we had beer and onion rings and sloppy joes by candlelight.