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

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Meanwhile Back at the Brothel...

Part 2 is coming, stop your yapping already!

I haven't had time because I've been busy:

a) attending the Fancy Food Show where they had the oh-so-sexy Tyrell's potato chips that I first enjoyed in Paris in September. If someone here doesn't pick them up, I'm going to go all bitchcakes on their ass because THERE ARE NO GOOD POTATO CHIPS IN CALIFORNIA. Unless they are homemade. The nice folks from Tyrell's gave me a bag to take home. I believe it was gone before I even got it out of there. Also, their Consulate rep's last name was my (very uncommon) maiden name so I feel all familial and shit.

b) Going to a dessert tasting with my pussy patrol. Boris Portnoy knows his shiznit, yo. My favorite of the six (yes, six) desserts we tried? Carrot ravioli and avocado semi-freddo. Mmmm...veggie dessert (sounds gross, I know, but it was really good). Plus, Catherine made us dinner (bacon, eggs and champagne). It was so delicious that I might add her house to my restaurant rotation.

c) Working like a dog.

d) Becoming a hairless wonder.

e) Getting poked.

f) Singing ('cause that's what I do and shit).

g) Trying to not be fat.

h) Rehearsing (for a staged reading of "Henry V" so I get to parler Francais and all that jazz -- that's right, bitches, I'm the fucking princess).

i) Putting up my students' show, and drinking a lot afterwards.

With two dinner parties and a Ferry Building gorge-fest planned for this weekend, I expect you won't see Part Deux until next week. Life is for the livin', right?

I leave you with this exchange that took place between us and a server that hadn't yet met us at Delfina last week:

Super rocktastic server: I saw you were looking around; Did you need anything?

Me: Oh, no. That's just what we do.


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


Blogger Unknown said...

I want you life sometime. LOL.
I could use the poking, hairlessness and play. Maybe all at once if I have to!

2/03/2007 10:20 AM  
Blogger David said...

Funny that the potato chips in Paris are better than those in the US (although Kettle Crisps and Cape Cod rule.)

I didn't win dinner at Delfina with you, so I'll bring some chips and we'll crack open a bottle of Zinfandel and watch porn instead.

2/04/2007 2:05 PM  
Blogger Joy said...


I love me some Cape Cod but we can't get them on the west coast anymore (Jon and I have considered ordering a case direct from the company).

Chips, Zin and porn. Sounds like the perfect date to me.

2/04/2007 3:36 PM  
Blogger shuna fish lydon said...

So I go into Delfina one late night a few months ago. We're wondering if they can get us in before the kitchen closes. We had called, they said, "Come. But come fast."

We get there and I say, "We're doing a Joy ______"

and you know what?

they get it. and laugh.

(As my Jewish grandmother would say, "I should only be so lucky!")

2/04/2007 4:01 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh joy. joy joy joy.

getting called the non-foodie-honolulu-version of you today isn't the worst thing that's happened.

by far.

loving the words sister.

2/07/2007 5:05 PM  
Blogger Sam said...

but aren't they crisps not chips?

2/11/2007 7:41 PM  

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