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As if I haven't had Praha on the brain enough already, I saw Mr. Smazeny Syr himself yesterday.

I think the weather is making me relive my move to Prague - it was about this time of year and the weather there was exactly the same: perfect temperatures and no humidity, only the occasional big fat fluffy look-like-they-were-drawn-by-a-five-year-old clouds. Now I'm exploring a new place, trying to get my bearings and scoping out the neighborhood, tripping over cobblestones and gawking at architecture, dealing with snobby bartenders - sounding awfully familiar.

I met Adam at The Publick House - officially my favorite place even with a bit of 'tude from the staff. Sitting outside, we established ourselves as Official Jogger Hecklers. No less than two dozen joggers went by as we sat there drinking carbs and dunking deep-fried potatoes into mayonnaise. I think my favorite part of the evening was sharing our table with a couple who confirmed my theory that Everyone Has a Pet But Me. Teddy, their massive golden retriever puppy, got special attention from the staff. The waiter brought out a giant roasted turkey leg, a la Disney World, just for Teddy, and that dog went to town.

I think the waiters liked Teddy better than they liked our human - cash paying - party. Or maybe Adam proffering beer to the joggers put us at a disadvantage.

Tonight Mister's high school friend comes into town before flying off to China for the year, and while I should probably finish the last of the Unpacking and take care of registering for a Mass. license, I think finally getting over to Deep Ellum to try out their patio is a higher priority.