Without meaning to do so, I timed this week's review of Eclipse
, the restaurant in the new Moonrise Hotel
, to coincide with the 40th anniversary of the moon landing. Synergy! Or something.
I should be living on the moon by now. I should have my own sleek condo atop a glass tower overlooking the Sea of Tranquility Golf Course, with a launch pad for my jetcopter and a wisecracking robot to do the housework. For fun I would put on my spacesuit and go to the low-gravity batting cage to hit a few balls that would make the average Albert Pujols "moonshot" look like an infield fly.
Check back tomorrow (or Wednesday, depending) to see what I think.