Thanksgiving dinner was great, as provided by The Chicago Firehouse. gracefuleigh and I hadn't been before, and our trip in reaffirmed my desire to go back when they aren't serving a Thanksgiving buffet. The aforementioned groaning boards were fantastic. Nothing was incredibly unexpected, but every classic dish was executed well. I'd probably have to agree with my dining companion and say that the stuffing was the standout, both in savory and desert (bread pudding) forms.
The post-Thanksgiving affair was mostly a lot of slacking around, and in these few blessed days off from work she and I have been sampling the more long-form goods on Netflix. Party Down was the first thing we watched; it was (is technically, as it got picked up for a second season) a single-camera sitcom about a bunch of hapless caterers in L.A. The major appeal is that easily half the cast of Veronica Mars are either regulars or have made guest appearances - it helps that the show can be pretty funny at times as well. There is a hint of that old Arrested Development magic (mostly when the plotting goes well and the chaos hits a nice fever pitch by the last five minutes of the episode) and some very nice dry humor.
Harper's Island concluded in our house just a few minutes ago, and while it kept us watching all the way through I can't endorse it as I can Party Down. The premise (wedding party on an island where brutal murders occured seven years ago; Shocker! people start dying again) is decent, but when it shifts gears from mystery to survival horror it lost some appeal for me. gracefuleigh felt the problem was stuffing two hours of content into 13 hours of show; I think the premise is sound, but the solution was to stay in Agatha Christie mode throughout.
Finally, with the passing of Thanksgiving it is no longer Jumping The Gun to think about Christmas. As always, I offer this PSA: Amazon Wish Lists. Make them, read them, love them. Also, some snow would now be lovely if someone could get on that. Not sure who in the major's administration to write about recalibrating the weather dome, I'm sure there are some extra people with nothing to do lying around in the old Olympics office.