It's in the 80s in September. I tell people that's just Indian summer, but I tend to get confused looks when I say that. Maybe it's a Midwestern thing?
Either way, I'm prepared for the chilly days ahead of me, but I can't seem to get excited about getting dressed when it's technically autumn but feels like July. I've been passing the time by finishing off E.L. Doctrow's Ragtime, enjoying the hell out of it, and loving lines like, "America was a great farting country." I feel like we still might be great at that to be totally honest.
Two things of note:
1. The chip group I started on Facebook got some love. Hit me up if you want to join.
2. I wrote about the burger at 4 Charles Prime Rib, and also the burger at Au Cheval for Men's Journal.