Nine to Go...
And by that I mean nine restaurants on the Chronicle's list of top 100 restaurants. Now I believe I've already mentioned that this is a sort of checklist for us. Every year, though, we run into the same damn problem. It's like losing those last ten pounds -- we just can't get through the last 5-10 places no matter how we try.
But this year, I'm buckling down. I will eat at House of Prime Rib if it kills me. I will make those long overdue visits to Aziza and Kokkari. And I will drag Jon's cute little ass to Mecca whether he likes it or not. I'm on a mission.
The new list is usually published the first weekend in April (which, coincidentally, seems like when my show is now going to close), so I don't have a lot of time. But I do have faith, and that's what really matters, right? How's about an "Amen?"
If I make it this year, you can bet your gorgeous gullets that I'll throw a big ass party, with an acceptance speech and all.
Consider this the Restaurant Whore Olympics.
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld