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

Sunday, January 01, 2006

Get Your New Year On

Well if the goodbye to 2005 is any indication, 2006 is going to be a really great fucking year.

We started the evening as we always do, at "home," with our friends J & A. This meal rocked so hard that it involved Jon snatching a lobster claw off my plate of spaghetti with lobster (my New Year's dish o' choice for the past four years), running into the kitchen with it and waving it in Craig's face while exclaiming "This lobster is better than the French Laundry's!" Craig showed his gratitude for the compliment by allowing Jon to witness the live murder of the next lobster about to meet it's delicious demise. And Jon did not stop talking about it all night.

We then moved to the home of my darling, where I got to kick it with just the coolest fucking people you ever did meet. Plus, F made fleur de sel brownies AND there was a croquembouche. And Alder brought a 1995 Champagne that made me swoon like Tara Reid when she sees a bottle of Jaeger. AND Amy told me that the supercool chocolate meister had wanted to meet me on his last visit here, which just seems way too impossible to believe.

I really couldn't be any luckier now, could I?

I wish you all a New Year filled with all the happiness you can cram into it.

Now can anyone tell me what restaurants are staying open tonight?


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


Anonymous Anonymous said...

We just got back from Ethiopian at Cafe Colucci.

Highly recommended for a day-after meal!!


1/01/2006 3:12 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sheeze... sounds a whole a lot more eventful than my night; there was not a $500 profiterole or a lobster in sight! Just a couple of sleepy kids.

For some reason that lobster link reminds of the story my wife tells about Anthony Bourdain. She was a server at a place where he was chef, and anytime anybody brought an order for lobster into the kitchen, he would grab two live specimens out of the reach-in. Holding them both in the air, he would say, "I will be the executioner, but I will not be the judge! You choose which will live and which will die!" And the server would have to point to the one that got the knife.

1/01/2006 8:39 PM  
Blogger Tana Butler said...

Happy New Year, Joy. Rock on.

1/02/2006 1:17 PM  
Blogger Amy Sherman said...

Ok hold on Joy, that was Brett who passed on the good word, not me, I've yet to meet the love-god yet...

1/05/2006 10:19 AM  
Blogger Joy said...

Oh shoot! Are you sure it was Brett? I thought it was a woman...Maybe it was Melissa?

1/05/2006 10:35 AM  
Blogger Amy Sherman said...

Nah, it was Brett. I was there when he said it!

1/05/2006 4:21 PM  

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