"Yum Yum," said Max

I went to Zingerman's for dinner tonight after reading several books that took place in Ann Arbor over the course of the last week. In almost every single one, the main character was eating meal after meal at Zingerman's. Needless to say, I really wanted one of their sandwiches.

If you go into Zingerman's as a 20-year-old female and give your name as Alfie*, you get some strange looks.

But hey, it's less likely to be the name of anyone else there than my real name.

* I realized at dinner tonight that the seventh anniversary of my being called Alfie is coming up in October. Wow!