Cynically Optimistic

Grad School has begun, and the first week has completely lulled me into a false sense of security. I've been wined and dined and caffeinated and given lavish gifts. It's kinda fantastic. Last night we were treated to a wondeful dinner at a place downtown called Public. You can check out the menu online, it's quite tantalizing. It's not every day that I have an opportunity to eat kangaroo or Tazmanian sea trout, and I feasted heavily. The 'roo was yummy - more flavor than beef, slightly different from lamb, and not nearly as gamey as venison. I'd have it again. The sea trout looked, felt, and tasted a lot like salmon, and I was fairly tipsy when they brought it out. A few too many Mango Pineapple Mojitos, perhaps.