After brunch with Dasha at Good (and it was good ;)), we went to Ikea to look for bookshelves.
Brandt met Dave Foley's daughter after digging himself out of the hand puppet bin. Actually, I didn't even notice Dave Foley; I only noticed the little girl saying, "Look! A baby!" and helped Brandt wave his paw at her. Alex, however, is trained to spot celebs and made the ID. Actually, it appears little Alina is a star, too, but please know that if you google "Dave Foley daughter" she is waaaay cuter than that unfortunate photo on Celebrity Moms blog that comes up.
After the Ikea excitement, we had dinner with my dad at Barragan's. Even though I walk right by it every time I'm in town, I'd never noticed Barragan's before. But I noticed it on Thursday and just couldn't get it out of my mind so I insisted we check it out. Alex tried to convince me it's tex mex and just like Chevy's, but any place with lengua on the menu (OK, they do call it tongue and not lengua) is way more authentico than Chevy's. Plus, I heard more Spanish walking from Alex's to Masa for a coffee and scone this morning than I heard all week in Mexico so I was really in the mood for Mexican.
Alex was holding Brandt as we were getting ready to leave Barragan's and underestimated the length of Brandt's kicking legs. Even I didn't see this coming - Brandt stretched out and stomped in the bowl of chips and they flew into Alex's lap. Heh.