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A San Francisco Girl's Down and Dirty Adventures in the Culinary Playground

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Love Letter

***We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this sappy tidbit***

I have always been a restaurant whore, but during my childhood the restaurants I frequented were more along the lines of The Ground Round rather than Boulette's Larder. I could identify great food if it was a Northeastern specialty, or if it was Americanized Chinese food (I was a hostess in a Chinese restaurant as a teenager) -- otherwise, I was lost.

When I reached college in the enlightened town of Ithaca, NY, I had access to a lot more of the good stuff. And my palate expanded. But the single most defining thing that made me a restaurant whore was meeting my husband, Jon.

Jon has always loved great food, and had had more access to it as a child than I did. He introduced me to things I had only heard about, and wined and dined me in a way that I had not previously experienced (Ah, what a young man will do to get into a girl's pants). During visits to his family, they'd take us to restaurants with things that sounded good, but I had never tried before (such as dim sum). It wasn't long before I became a full on whore.

Jon is always right by my side, matching me bite for bite, giving me fodder for my next dining tidbit. He's as, if not more, excited about food as I am.

Today is our wedding anniversary. Five delicious years. We're hitting Delfina tonight, and Cyrus tomorrow night to celebrate. Life is fucking great, isn't it?

Happy Anniversary, baby. There's no one I'd rather share my fork with than you.


"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
--La Rochefoucauld


Blogger Sam said...

yeah - but when is he going to take you to Aziza, hey?

8/11/2005 10:55 AM  
Blogger Joy said... true, darling.

8/11/2005 10:57 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


Where did you grow up? I HEART Ground Round; I try to explain it to C, but it comes out sounding something like this:

"It's this place with a BIG screen and they show cartoons like hekyll & jekyll and you eat peanuts and you throw the shells on the floor and they bring you shirley temples with TWO cherries!"

Then he falls on the floor laughing because his 'all-grown-up" wife has gotten all weepy and shit because Ground Round epitomizes being a kid, and "if only i knew then...".

Turning into my mother, I swear to god.

8/12/2005 4:50 PM  
Blogger Joy said...

I grew up in the lovely, and infamous (for it's maximum security prison), town of Walpole, MA. And I celebrated many a birthday at the Ground Round:). Alas, I don't think they give you free peanuts and popcorn anymore...

8/13/2005 9:35 PM  
Blogger Alice said...


I didn't know you were a displaced New Englander too!

In grad school, we had these clinical sessions called "Grand Rounds" and every time I heard them announce it, I thought of "Ground Round"...

8/14/2005 6:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh, that's so funny. C's family hails from Leavenworth, KS.

Let me just TELL you how many stupid comments that's invoked.

8/15/2005 11:19 AM  

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