Amber Taylor claims to be from Houston, yet she's somehow unaware of the law of physics that states that the quality of BBQ is in inverse proportion to the number of letters the establishment uses to spell "BBQ." (Capital Q is eminently edible.)

Taylor's duplicating the path I took eleven years ago when I dropped into DC for the summer before my clerkship to stay with my significant other and study for the Bar. Of course, I was clever enough to turn down Harvard Law and go to University of Chicago, which goes deep enough into June that I had an excuse to miss the first week of bar classes—which in turn made me eligible to skip the classes and use the tapes, which I could then listen to at double speed, slowing down only when they were telling me something I didn't already understand. On the other hand, I never cooked duck for a significant other's birthday (though I regularly make a mean jambalaya), so I'm probably behind overall.