First, a big Propeller Skies shout out to The Beaver, who helped me move a bunch of heavy furniture today.

In related news, I ate lunch at Nan this afternoon with recurring Propeller Skies character The Beaver. Instead of writing a long tedious review about the fantastic soup, the subtle well balanced Thai curry sauce, and the stunning presentation, I am only going to say one thing: go eat there. Now. Nan is fucking spectacular. Bring a black American Express, as the prices are also spectacular.

A big thank you goes out to the guy at the door wearing a suit* for letting us stay and seating us at a halfway decent table, despite our blatant flaunting of the dress code**.

notes:

* Not sure what his title is, I have never eaten at a restaurant that was so fancy the employees wore suits.
** The Beaver was in a t-shirt and shorts, I was wearing jeans that had not been washed since the Carter administration and had holes in them. In all fairness, the holes were not visible. I was also wearing sneakers.