Honestly, I almost done crabbing about the weather. I'm a little sick of myself every time I whine about the salt on my car and the permafrost on my nose. And yet, due to the economy and the overwhelming expense of feeding four boys, I won't be traveling to warmer climes anytime soon.
But I have found an escape. I have found a way to cut through February and probably March.
It's as simple as lunch at Masa. The other day, PD and I found ourselves in that airy dining room filled with sunshine and warmth. It was the perfect antidote to the sub-zero temps licking the other side of the glass. We snacked on snapper and octopus ceviche with a healthy dose of bright lime. Seriously, we could have been on a beach. I couldn't leave the freshly made chips and salsa verde alone; it was like the subtle tart and spicy flavors were hooking into my brain, which may have been dulled by too much braising. Then I tucked into the pozole verde soup, which I customized by jamming with onion, radish, and more lime. That seemed to satisfy the braised part of my brain, sans the sluggish post-pot roast drag.
I think many downtowners take issue with the fact that you can't get to Masa by skyway. Come on, Habitrailers, once you leave the skyway at the Target HQ, all you have to walk is a short block. If you brave it without a coat, you'll probably get a bigger rush once the guacamole and mango juice hit your system. Forget the Riviera Maya; it's the little daily breaks that really keep our spirits aloft.