I don't think anybody reads any of my posts any more unless they are about food. In any case, I returned to Le Petit Cafe this week with my visiting parents. The owner, Roy Ip, appeared to remember that I was a repeat visitor and came to our table to chat probably half a dozen times; we contemplated offering him a chair.

I stuck with the pate again (because they were out of the Tarte Flambe!) but this time went for the cassoulet, which was every bit as good as I thought it would be. The beans were still a bit toothsome rather than mushy and thick (not that there's anything wrong with mushy and thick), the duck was medium rare and wonderful, and there was a piece of duck sausage that I am still happily pondering. I was going to try to find out who the supplier was, but unfortunately they make it in-house. I am also going to have to learn to make those ginger-pickled beets.

I wouldn't bother with the french fries, though. They were fine-- quite good, really-- but not as dreamily crunchy and salty as they should be. You can't have it all.

We also finally figured out that all of the random books strewn around the restaurant are by people who live in the area and have signed them to Roy Ip. As we were leaving, Mr. Ip asked me if Bruce Ackerman had given me a copy of Before The Next Attack. I said that he had not. "Ask him!" he yelled. "You'll never get, if you don't ask!"

I think Marginal Revolution is pretty clearly my favorite blog these days. If I could blog like Tyler Cowen, I would consider not shutting this thing down.

Here is Cowen debunking and yet praising the one-red-paper-clip saga; here he is discussing romantic ethics and dreams.

The Wall Street Journal Law blog talks about the demise of so-called "unsupervised chase games," at school, which supposedly includes tag and football. It's a silly ban, and all, but from the legal perspective I'm more interested in hearing the definition of "chase game" that captures both football and tag. Football isn't a chase game, after all. Not the way I think of it.

This all reminds me of my childhood, when my parochial school tried to ban tackle football at recess. We just switched, on my suggestion as I remember it, to two hand touch with full contact blocking. Problem solved.