Gluboobs! L’opster! What is this?!In which my exes are idiots.
This was a hip internet party that Laura G invited me to, in which a couch and camera contraption was hooked up to a large projector screen contraption, thus broadcasting the couch action to the rest of the party.
Saison for dinner
To celebrate Dan’s 30th birthday, I took him to Saison, a somewhat underground (though pretty established at this point) restaurant. Only one friend of mine had been and he said it was fabulous, but I was amazed at the food — delicious, delicate, flavorful, innovative all at once. Even better, as I was eating I kept remarking “this is so good — and I love it because I can’t do this.” I’m an amazing cook, but this food, I couldn’t make. It’s way beyond what I’m capable of.
I missed taking photos of the first couple dishes, which included:
Negroni sorbet on a pepper jelly
Dirty Girl farm roasted beet with ricotto cheese (the amuse bouche)
Our Farm Egg: smoked butter boullion, osetra caviar
Also, on the fish course, I was reminded that I’m allergic to raw crustaceans. I had previously discovered this while deveining shrimp and watching my hands swell up. Didn’t think anything of it until last night when I ate some luscious lobster sashimi and my tongue started tingling and my mouth swelled up. Luckily, things returned to normal in about 20 minutes, but it was a little disconcerting.
Saison: Local citrus soup; tangerine ice cream, olive oil & coffee.
Saison: Sonoma Lamb; slow roasted on the bone, vaduvan spices
Saison: Papardelle, sea urchin
Saison: Matsutake Mushrooms; sweetwater oyster boullion, seaweeds & borage.
Saison: Flight of Fish; flavors of Japan.
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I like to think the people in the back of the room are dignitaries from another country, and they are waiting while Bo gets his tummy rubbed to resume negotiations.
