I skipped the season finale of Lost the other night in favor of another supernatural tale of attractive people haunted by their pasts who just want to get off the damn island. The Folger’s latest staging of The Tempest is a light, spritely, fleet-footed thing of a play, apropos for a show about forgiveness and renewal and the casting off of old follies. Like the shipwreck that opens Act I, it’s forceful and bewildering and…

Our friends at Torontoist inspired an investigation of penmanship on daily menus. We call ours the M Street Manuscription. The boutique-happy boulevard running through Georgetown is big on daily menus, but who knows how daily they actually are? Judging by the faded quality of some letters, we suspect they might not be so du jour. More like tous les jours. By aesthetic standards, the Rugby Cafe menu wins for appearing most like a children’s book….