Logan

Last night we had oysters and chardonnay at the Black Pearl on Main St. in Ann Arbor. Then we walked over to Logan on W. Washington for dinner. Without a reservation, we were offered seats at the bar, where we had eaten before. It's great to eat at the bar because the bar area is scenic, there's lots of action with the waiters getting drinks, there's no mirror behind the bar so, seated with our backs to the dining room, we can pretend it's our own little restaurant.



We had a bottle of a 2006 Font Sane Gigondas with appetizers: asparagus tempura and pork dumplings. The amuse bouche was a butternut squash soup. We also had a mini papaya salad with a Thai dressing and bowls of wild boar pasta and green olive tapenade gnochhi. And they give you these little chef-made biscuits, too! All this food for only $40! The wine was great, not too full but fruit forward with a hint of chocolate and retails for about $22.

THEN we saw the Band of Heathens at the Ark and were blown away! They played 2.5 hours with one 2-minute break. Their harmonies are beautiful and many songs were taken to a jam, with the three front guys playing an assortment of 14 guitars, including a National steel, lap steel, acoustic, electric.

So we don't get back to town until after midnight but feel we must appear at the Welders where the music is ear-splitting but many oldsters were hanging in and were still there when I left at 1. Rod Graf was sitting in as Buford wasn't there. Fred might have played some bass for the injured Fiely.
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