On the Sunday morn drive to yoga, P compulsively listens to a.m . radio traffic reports (mind you, there IS no traffic at 8:15 on a Sunday). This week, my grogginess dispersed suddenly when the announcer mentioned that the days Chronicle had the latest "Best 100" list.
I got home and my running partner had already sent this (Thanks B!):
http://sfgate.com/food/top100/2007/
First stop on this list:
to look and see if Cesar is on the list again (Yes). Admittedly, I have never actually had a meal at Cesar, but Chef Maggie hosted a 50th b-day party for my awesome friend Canyon who happens to be cooler than I am in every way (tough as nails and funny to boot). No better way to make a new friend than to sleep beside her in a tent for 4 days & go haul water, as I was fortunate enough to do in 2005. When I finally grow up, perhaps I’ll be more like Canyon…
http://www.canyonsam.com/
So, maybe another blog will address how badly I wanted to go to Mongolia with Canyon (find my roots, or part of them anyways) & her amazing Tibet stories, but now-back to food.
Maggie’s party treats were so simple and yet utterly divine, and I was so floored by that muy sexy uber-professional kitchen…how could Cesar be anything but spectacular?!
P comments that shoes and food are rather odd blogs after all that mourning. Alas, I still mourn, for many things in life. From what I have observed about myself as well as my clients…certain types of mourning simply never end…but they abate a bit.
No memory of my years in L.A is complete without Sensei and I eating our way through town at Ca’Brea, Aunt Kizzy’s, Pacific dining Car,The Ivy, and about 50 different San Gabriel/Monterey park Chinese establishments & dumpling houses of all kinds….including the Chinese food DAd and I brainwash everyone to love most: Islamic Chinese.
Never heard of it? Try it, there are places not just in L.A. but also San Jose and even Fremont…it’s like less greasy Chinese food (compared to standard Cantonese fare) and NO beef, NO alcohol, but YUM lamb and fat, chewy sesame pancakes/buns.
As for tonight, Amedei’s pistachio white chocolate bar has dissapeared down or gullets. We are pigging out and working out-gotta get Survivor-ready for Nicaragua next week!
How better to drown your sorrows than with frivolties & sensualities & travel?
