What did you do in the snow yesterday?  Use the snowblower to get it out of the driveway and off the sidewalk, for one thing.  My guess is that we got eight inches of fluffy white stuff in terms of accumulation.  By the time Bill-the-Honeybear and I got outside to start clearing the snow, the sun came out and it stopped snowing.  Still, what with cleaning off the cars, sweeping the front porch and steps, and pounding snow off the trees (the ones that were bending under the weight, that is) it took about 90 minutes before we finished.

And then we took the train to New York.  We had theatre tickets for Friday night and didn't see a really good reason not to use them.  But we also didn't want to drive into NYC, for love or money.  So we did what we usually do - take the train - but a little differently this time.  Instead of taking the train from Somerville station, which is only a short walk from our house, we drove to New Brunswick and took the train from there.

I hear you asking "WHY?"  Two reasons, really.  First, financial:  Train fares have gone up, and a round trip from Somerville to New York costs $23 (up until recently, it cost $18.25).  Plus the Somerville ticket office, from where one can use credit cards to purchase tickets, was unstaffed yesterday (as in no one, nada, zip, buy your tickets on the train, cash only).  New Brunswick station has both staffers and ticket vending machines.  Second, schedule:  Trains from Somerville don't go directly to NYC - you have to change trains in Newark (same thing going back).  And there are more trains going into NYC from New Brunswick on any given day than there are from Somerville.

So we drive into New Brunswick - which, with the weather causing lots of closings, took only about 20 minutes of careful driving - park in the municipal deck, walk across the street to the station, buy our tickets, and hop on board.  An hour later, we're in Penn Station; 20 minutes after that and the subway has dropped us off near the theatre, and near where we ended up eating.

Goodburger lives up to its name.  Nicely done individual burgers, a variety of toppings, just-crisp-enough french fries - it's comfort food heaven, at least for me.  No mass-production or microwaving here; you can watch each burger get grilled from a nice pink patty to a juicy brown outside/pink inside delight.  And they're not humongo-burgers, either; they're just right, in every way.

Oh, the show we went to see?  A new off-Broadway musical, playing thru the end of March, called Yank! (yes, the exclamation point is part of the title).  More about that in my next post.