Celebrating Nilofer's birthday belatedly, we ate at Spring, which did quite well on the more delicate dishes, like a tuna tartare appetizer and a salmon mousse tortellini in a dandelion-miso broth, but did not do as well on sturdier stuff -- the scallop and potato ravioli were over-salted (not to mention that I do not expect 'potato ravioli' to actually mean 'Yukon gold potato chips') and the mustard sauce on the crab cakes was entirely too mustard-y. The little complimentary jasmine-hot-chocolate ending the meal was lovely, though. Considering the price (quite high), 3 stars out of 5. It's two blocks from our new apartment, so I may end up eating there again, and just choosing my selections carefully.
Today, gazillion errands. Running around the city. At least the weather will be better (sunny 60 degrees) than yesterday's dismal high of 50. Is this summer? I don't think so. I suppose I should bite my tongue, though, since soon enough, I will be complaining about the unbearable heat.
NOTE: Neil Gaiman has apparently caught my cold. Sadly, I don't remember doing anything that might have communicated it to him. :-)