retox
last week i went to blue hill at stone farms in tarrytown for dinner. my mom had given me a gift certificate for christmas last year that she bought in november. i'm traveling for like the rest of october, and it was going to expire. it's hard to find someone who is willing to give up 5 hours of their lives and take public transport for some food but luckily gabe was game. you know, for a real trip. and the someiller told me it was the journey, not the destination. i'm from the camp that when when it's wine, of course it's the destination. it's instant gratification! even though the someillier was talking about my "wine education" ... it's still perhaps one of the more insipid things you could say aloud ... especially if you are a master of wines. it seemed like something stephen from top chef would say.
i had more of an appreciation for our water/busboy, who really liked us. when gabe went to the bathroom he told us what a pleasure it had been serving us. i wasn't sure what he meant but perhaps he was alluding to all the old old old people around us talking about NIN, britanny spears, jessica simpson, the killers [specificallly, mr. brightside] and shakira [old man/boss; who does't love shakira; cue - everyone doing a little dance].
the younger someillier was nervous. [we were "tag teamed" gross.] and clueless. we asked a lot of questions hoping to gain some education on our journey. gabe asked where malbec is from. the someillier said it was originally from argentina but the french would probably claim it out of "haughtiness." i frankly found his insouciance disrespectful to the french citizen at our table. gabe pointed out malbec sounds like a french word. i googled it and gabe was right, the malbec root is from france. ANYWAY.
the whole thing was kind of silly and then i couldn't stop laughing on the INSANE cab ride to the train. on the way to westchester i was telling gabe how cab drivers in manhasset always drive like they are drunk, and maybe they are. well the cabdrivers in tarrytown seem to be from the same union. there was an odd monologue streaming out of our driver's mouth the entire ride to the train.
gabe kept being overly overly serious in his commitment towards making *him/her feel like she was "on our side" we got there and i said we'd better run and the TRAIN pulled in and my meeting shoes didn't cut it. thankfully gabe works out so he could run for the train. i took my SHOES OFF and ran over the overpass and WAS barefoot on the train!!! there were a thousand gypsies. i felt a bit drunk but more than that, was seriously lamenting my spilled espresso. i'm still sad about it. it tasted so good! oh. we made it back. the meal was good but really, the lamb was the only thing that was delicious. i say if it's a special occasion, take me to daniel. it's about the same price. just FYI. xo, dorothy
*not sure of gender - i thought male, gabe thought female
i had more of an appreciation for our water/busboy, who really liked us. when gabe went to the bathroom he told us what a pleasure it had been serving us. i wasn't sure what he meant but perhaps he was alluding to all the old old old people around us talking about NIN, britanny spears, jessica simpson, the killers [specificallly, mr. brightside] and shakira [old man/boss; who does't love shakira; cue - everyone doing a little dance].
the younger someillier was nervous. [we were "tag teamed" gross.] and clueless. we asked a lot of questions hoping to gain some education on our journey. gabe asked where malbec is from. the someillier said it was originally from argentina but the french would probably claim it out of "haughtiness." i frankly found his insouciance disrespectful to the french citizen at our table. gabe pointed out malbec sounds like a french word. i googled it and gabe was right, the malbec root is from france. ANYWAY.
the whole thing was kind of silly and then i couldn't stop laughing on the INSANE cab ride to the train. on the way to westchester i was telling gabe how cab drivers in manhasset always drive like they are drunk, and maybe they are. well the cabdrivers in tarrytown seem to be from the same union. there was an odd monologue streaming out of our driver's mouth the entire ride to the train.
gabe kept being overly overly serious in his commitment towards making *him/her feel like she was "on our side" we got there and i said we'd better run and the TRAIN pulled in and my meeting shoes didn't cut it. thankfully gabe works out so he could run for the train. i took my SHOES OFF and ran over the overpass and WAS barefoot on the train!!! there were a thousand gypsies. i felt a bit drunk but more than that, was seriously lamenting my spilled espresso. i'm still sad about it. it tasted so good! oh. we made it back. the meal was good but really, the lamb was the only thing that was delicious. i say if it's a special occasion, take me to daniel. it's about the same price. just FYI. xo, dorothy
*not sure of gender - i thought male, gabe thought female