Wednesday, February 02, 2011

A Year(ish) in Food


It's been embarassingly long since I've posted anything. I have the white person disease where you only write/create when you're angry or bitter and I guess I've been happier these days. Austin helps. I love my/our friends there and all the vitamin D from the sun is doing me good. My territory for work grew in size for a short time and I had the opportunity to travel to California a good deal and catch up with old friends while on business trips over the past few months. LA, San Francisco and a Memorial Day Trip to New York made for some rediculous dinners and nights out on the company card. I feel the need to document some of the highlights and stay one step ahead of Gwyneth Fucking Paltrow:


I would kill a baby for this lamb burger. The charcuterie was rediculous as well.


Hello, duck fat english muffin with duck liver mousse, bacon and soft egg.


Not your Aunt Theresa's trashy Rigatoni.


Turkey Leg Braised in Milk Sandwich.


Snap. Crakle. Pop. Asian.


Sittin' Up in Brandy's Room.


Strangely, my favorite part about this place was the wallpaper and the iced coffee (with frozen coffee ice cubes! Shut. Up.).


I could eat this Margherita Pizza everyday for the rest of my life.


Sometimes you get the prix fixe with Deb.


Sometimes you drink the afternoon away with Deb.


Then you go get oysters and Sancerre like nothing ever happened with Deb.


For the walk of shame you might meet friends for Champagne and a Burger that COMES WITH FUCKING BERNAISE SAUCE with Deb.


When in San Francisco, you might have to eat this chicken as a right of passage.


Or you could always get the fucking white truffle tasting menu here.


Take a walk of food-shame the next morning here and get yourself a latte.


Take your best friend to learn about fish poop wine that will knock your socks off. Don't forget to close the gate.


Don't tell the San Franciscans but this chicken might rival Zuni. AND the bartenders are hotter.




Drive down the coast for these peaches and burrata and wash it down with Dolcetto.


After an early morning swim, take your friend to brunch.


Don't forget to take her away for her 30th birthday.


That is all for now. Suck it, Gwyneth.