One of the occupational hazards of being my friend now is that you apparently have to be willing to endure the gaze of my lens if you happen to be sitting in a particularly comely pool of light. That happened to Christin while she was choosing between the risotto and the roasted beets at Root Down last night. I couldn't help it: the menu acted as the perfect reflector and I really didn't have any choice but to pull out the camera. It didn't help that I had yet to see anything nearly so inspiring as that yesterday. Plus I had already consumed a particularly tasty margarita.
For the record she went with the beets. And I must say that the lentil soup I ate was the best I've ever encountered.