Blog: Citizen Dick

Mrs. Citizen and I went out for brunch on Sunday morning, snagging an omellete and eggs benedict at Cleveland Heights' venerable Nighttown . The wealthy dowager sitting next to us was coolly sipping a glass of white wine when we rolled in, rapping with her companion about the intricacies of her younger sister's marriage. When the waiter returned, she said, "I'd like to trade up for something a little oakier," pointing at her now empty glass of chardonnay. This was clearly the highlight of my weekend. I stepped on Mrs. Citizen's foot, made [...]