It is sneetchless. But there was an unbelievably nummy cheese plate (Emmett sampled all the cheeses, even the strong moldy one and the runny rinded one--both a first for him--and pronounced them all delicious), and fries with three different dipping sauces, and mixed olives, and mussels, and slabs of homemade bacon (which I didn't eat but did admire, and which Hec and Emmett devoured with joy), and a burger and a perfect leg and thigh of chicken, and chocolate mousse and rice pudding and a brand new cocktail, just composed by juliana, which is a brilliant success. And juliana kept coming by to check on us and give out little hairpats and shoulder rubs and extra drinks. Plus, megan walked in just as we were finishing up the rice pudding!
In short, juliana is such a goddess, words can't even come close.
Awww, that's a nice way to spend an evening.
Yes, that sounds like a great evening, even without the sneetches.
Sounds absolutely lovely and what a way to kick March's ass on its way out the door.
Did you have the cheese plate with the apple and the awesome bread? That was SO GOOD!
YAY BOB!!!! Sorry I missed saying it while you were still awake, Lisa.
In less yay news, the Obama administration just managed to disgust me for the first time [link]
At least it took longer than it did with Bush.
Yes, that sounds like a great evening, even without the sneetches.
No sneetches, but there was a random dude at the bar that totally had my number. One of his first comments? "You look like you went to Wellesley." Hah!
I'm sad that waiting to talk to one of my Italian freelancers meant that I only caught the tail-end of the ZMayhems.
any vegetable that is puree is lower in fiber -- broken down all ready.
or cooked to mashable
peel fuits and veggies for less fiber
less fiber = less gas
Love reading about the SF Buffista love-in.
Aww, yay Buffistas love! I had a lovely dinner with Suela, which was lots of fun, even if java got sick and couldn't join us (sad!). And then I drove Suela home and got to meet her doggie, and borrow books from her. And now I am back in my hotel room, contemplating being all louche and watching TV from the jacuzzi. (I'm uncertain if that is an appropriate use of the word louche, but it feels right in my head. But I'm going to go look it up now, because i suspect the way my head defines it may not be right)
Hah! Louche is like shady or sketchy, something maybe not quite right, like the guy I met at the bar tonight.
