Somewhere in INTNM I mention the fact that there are an awful lot of “Golden” restaurants in the Chicago area–24-hour or late-night places that have the word golden in their name, big breakfast menus, and deceptively tasty-looking pies, so it’s nice to see that someone else has noticed this phenomenon and is compiling a list of them. I was very happy to contribute the overlooked Golden Flame Restaurant to the list and share my crazy theories as to what makes a restaurant truly Golden.
I have been instructed to avoid climbing any ladders in the warehouse at work today, because a co-worker dreamt that I would break a finger on one. I don’t know if I like it when people have dreams about me. Then again, this co-worker is reading my book right now, and maybe I am part of the mental lint in her subconscious that gets tossed around at night. Still, I guess I’ll stay away from ladders. It’s not like I’ve never needed to climb a ladder in the warehouse before, but you never know; at this job we have the most bizarre workplace hazards EVER. Like right now we have to worry about getting attacked by geese in the parking lot. And once, a now-former employee got kicked by a baby deer that wandered into the parking lot, but I guess it was partly her fault for trying to pick it up. You’d think being a children’s book publisher would make our encounters with woodland animals friendlier, but this is really not the case.
I don’t know how long New York Newsday keeps their articles online, so I guess I ought to link to this nice review.
