Posted on August 31, 2006April 29, 2013 by Erica FirmentEarthen Jar! I ate at the Earthen Jar in Ann Arbor. I am full. And smug. Full of smug. I miss this town. It’s big enough to be livable, but small enough to feel friendly and be full of trees. If only Ann Arbor houses cost under a million dollars. Related posts: Puppies and kitties are the antidote for midday sloth Four… Status Report, in metaphorical couplets Throwing my undies at Patrick Stewart
Hey! I didn’t know you were around. (Probably because I haven’t touched Bloglines in about two weeks.) I’m moving to Grand Rapids on Tuesday, but I’d love to see you this weekend if you have time!
Hey! I didn’t know you were around. (Probably because I haven’t touched Bloglines in about two weeks.)
I’m moving to Grand Rapids on Tuesday, but I’d love to see you this weekend if you have time!
Me three! I’ve never eathen at the Earthen Jar though – how long has it been around?
Me too. Much better than Flint, wouldn’t you say?