I fear that I might miss the food of New York. It is like nowhere else on earth. Pictured above is a lobster sandwich from Luke's here in the East Village. This is as close as I get to food porn. I took this picture before mating with it. Becoming one, as they say. Making the beast with one mouth. But it is delicious. Even looking at it makes me feel funny. It's triggering some primal pleasure center in my "old brain." I might just hump the dog, then make a tuna sandwich.
We went to dinner at a friend's house last night. He's a very good cook. We had chicken based on a Mario Batalia recipe. Delicious. It was just a casual little house dinner but it was far better than most things you get in any restaurant in most cities in America. Trust me, I've been.
I'm sure Sonoma has its culinary charms. But we're spoiled New Yorkers. I wonder how long it will be before we stop talking about how good the food is in New York. Hopefully before we hear people imitating us under their breath... Oh god, please, not us....
I have been listening to Phish for a few days to prepare myself for the transition. A friend recently gave me an enormous collection of shows. I made a playlist of all of the shows I have and called it "The Aquarium." I trust that I am not the first person to think of this. I don't even really like Phish all that much. Well, I should say that I like them reasonably when they're covering other people's music and even then I like them most of all when Trey is not singing. That is also true for their original material.
Luckily we have a cook friend in Sonoma also, a Phish fan in fact. We will accumulate more, out of need and fear. Cooks, I mean. I will be able to have a garden and a bbq grille. Who knows, one day I might not crave kale. Once my body returns to a normal level of vegetable ingestion.
Speaking of food.... when I went canoeing with my friends Tim and Meg we stopped to get some BBQ at the end of the day and we chatted amiably with this fellow. He was a very pleasant sort and he was quite proud of his smoker. He told us (adopt a southern/Floridian accent for this)... We had some international bbq guy come down here and tell us that we had the best brisket between here and there...
And there you have it...!
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