Jenny Beckman

Yesterday, Zannah and I went on a Celebrate Atlas Shrugged Adventure. That included riding a train, eating at a diner, and talking about career things.

We went to the Blue Plate Diner in Salt Lake for dinner. Zannah ordered a salad that was filled with boring vegetables (the sort you will find in a cafeteria salad). Also, some bacon and cheese. She was not impressed. I ordered the fish ‘n chips. The chips weren’t spectacular, but they tasted like potatoes that had been deep fried. The fish, however, was excellent. It was definitely a step above Skipper’s, as the Blue Plate’s were filets instead of pre-formed patties. The tartar sauce took a bit of getting used to. It was freshly made, and the textured showed that: the vegetables that go into the sauce were firm little chunks, which combined with the high percentage of vegetables in the sauce to give it a very stiff, crunchy texture. Once I got over the surprise of it not being like Skipper’s tartar sauce (or any tartar sauce I’ve had at sit-down restaurants), I decided I quite liked it. In addition to the fish ‘n chips, there were steamed vegetables (carrots, broccoli, yellow squash, and green squash) in a butter sauce.

After dinner we decided to go see 500 Days of Summer, which is the best movie I’ve seen in a long time. I will be buying it. At the beginning there is a disclaimer:

Author’s Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Especially you Jenny Beckman.

Bitch.

The movie is incredibly funny. It lives up to its Indie credentials. Zannah and I were the annoying couple who laughed loudly at everything. After a bit, the rest of the audience loosened up and realized they were supposed to be laughing at a lot of the heartbreaking stuff.