Rebel Prince

More website administrivia: I’m loving the little buttons that seem to be popping up in the blogosphere. Here’s a dizzying collection, as well as a site where you can make your own on the fly. That’s where I made my cute endmark, below. I was hoping to make it more square, with just an “RP” for “Rebel Prince,” but this was easier and will do for now. Especially while scrolling down long pages, it reminds you what site you’re at (as if you, loyal reader, really need that) and keeps the whole thing “on message”—in almost the same way media people put up backdrops at speeches, tiled with repeating themes. (For the record, I think this is the first, and let’s hope the last, time I will ever link to a picture of President George W. Bush.) Oh, and the buttons link back to the top of the page for your navigational ease, as well.

What else? I’m enabling TrackBack from here on out, so other Movable Type folks (and others with compatible blogging systems?), provided you’re so inspired as to write a referring entry in your own blog, can give me a ping. Don’t worry, the whole idea still boggles me a bit too, so stay close and we’ll find our way together.

And I updated my installation of MT to version 2.64. Not that I had any compelling need to do so, but I thought, hey, I’ve got some time on my hands. The news feed is now RSS 2.0, so those of you in the know, tell me if that messes anything up, or if you think I should keep the 1.0 option, too.

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Mes chéris, there is nothing like great food with great friends. Sonal arrived in town on Sunday, and we had dinner at a place I’ve been dying to try, Mon Ami Gabi. First, the restaurant’s look is fabulous. Not that I’ve ever been to Paris—which is, yes, quite a dommage—but I definitely felt transported. With its dark wood paneling, mosaic-tile floor, and other details that not so much scream as sigh France like a world-weary chanteuse (this is the money sentence of this whole write-up, baby), the restaurant made me I forget I was actually in Bethesda, surrounded by the usual downtown fixtures, like a movie theater and Barnes & Noble.

I ordered the steak bordelaise, cooked with caramelized onions and mushrooms in a red wine sauce, and served with pommes frites. (I felt quite old-school having a steak and martini for dinner.) And for dessert, I went with an exotic fruit sorbet. All sumptuous, and the service very good. Must round up the co-workers someday and return at lunch for crêpes. Everything’s reasonably priced—for a French steakhouse, that is—which means nice for an occasional splurge, or an after-work drink at the bar to accompany your evening Le Monde.

While I’m on a French kick (when am I not?), also on my must-try list are Les Halles and Bistro du Coin. Hm, Bastille Day is next month…

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