Paynting The Town Round

Frankie Claus has come to town, and judging from his accounts of his gastronomical adventures here, he’s attempting to reach the levels of rotundity of Old St. Nick himself.

Serendipitously, the one day that I have available for a lunch date is the same day that’s open for him. So, come the day after Christmas, Frank and I will be breaking bread again, one year after doing so in Madison last year.

This could become a habit--not that I would mind. I’m concerned, though, that by the time I meet up with Frank for eats, we won’t be able to find anything left to munch on here in the home burg after a week of his grazing through the place like a herd of goats.