by Ross Trudeau
This past week Jessie and I visited Syracuse to go apartment hunting, and it turns out that our new home might be the most commercial pun promiscuous town I’ve ever lived in.
The establishments we stopped in front of–compelled by awed admiration–included Pastabilities, AppeTHAIzing, Syrenity, Glazed & Confused, and the cherry on the sundae, a little cafe called Freedom of Espresso. (I’m given to believe that Pastabilities is, in fact, great: Eugene Levy was apparently spotted there on Wednesday night.) This all struck us as syriously auspicious, which feeling was only augmented by an advertisement flashing across a downtown theater marquee that stopped us dead in our tracks as we passed underneath (see below).
No notes this week. Happy solving, friends. -R