Mr. T’s mom, sister, and I caught a viewing of The American. I believe E! described it best when they called it a George Clooney Coffee Table Book. It was a very art-house Anton Corbijn film — goths of the 90s would recognize him from his Depeche Mode days. Every single shot was flawless.
I preceded that with lunch with Carey & Joanne at Sitka & Spruce. Another restaurant work of art.
I wrapped up the evening at Mistral Kitchen for September’s LUPEC meeting. Sorry, no pictures this time!