I'm at Niki's Restaurant on the corner
of Morrison and Grand, a real classic breakfast/lunch/dinner
storefront corner diner, Greek owned, American food—the hamburger.
Sandwiches. Nice, but not overly so—cheap, good, plain food. Window
into the kitchen—it's spotless. Bad radio playing, but no lottery
games. Earlier the week I went to breakfast at the Grand Cafe—on
Broadway and Grand—kind of a mirror image of this place, in
location (in a sense) and in every other way—but good, too. Insane,
over the top kind of business—breakfast, lunch, and bar—karaoke
every night—piano bar, dance lessons, huge TVs—lottery games,
buffets, theme nights—a crazy menu with personality to spare. I
like both these types of places—and both have their regulars.
We (Heather and I) took the cats to the
vet earlier this week to get their teeth cleaned and found out Psyche
has diabetes. So we spent the week dealing with that. Heather had to
buy insulin and syringes at the pharmacy and now start giving Psyche
insulin shots once—maybe twice—a day. It doesn't seem like it'll
be too hard—but expensive! But maybe she'll feel better—and Dr.
Fallini said it's very treatable in cats.
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