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clayhornikAlmost forgot:
I saw an episode of Buck Rogers on SciFi Wednesday. Buck was at a spaceport and over the loudspeaker there was a call for "Capt. Christopher Pike to go to Veteran's Affairs."
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Heh. I thought I'd posted that bit this morning before work.
There goes a month of posts.
Bugger.
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After reading Soul Kitchen today, I decided I needed to try The Sazerac. Anything with an herbal liquor says "yummy" to me. So I tried La Galleria, who used to have Pernod.
No Pernod. I wasn't going to just walk in and then walk out because they didn't have what I wanted to drink so I had a glass of Sambuca. I'd forgotten how sweet that stuff was. Coupled with the PianoMan they had there (MacArthur Park, Where the Streets Have No Name, Everything She Does Is Magic were pieces he played while I was there). Well, eek.
It wasn't JUST the Wedding Singer retro gold, it was the crowd there, people who were seniors when I was a freshman in high school, trying desperately not to be 40. Too late guys.
Next stop was Voila, where I KNEW they had Pernod. But Kate, the bartender, who, it turns out, lives across the street from me, wasn't familiar with the drink, and neither drink books they had had the formula for it.
So I got the Pernod anyway. With orange juice.
Then Tony, from the Carriage House, bought a round of shots.
Lovely, wonderful, welcoming bunch of people.
I need to eat at Voila more often.
It'll always have a weird vibe for me, because it was the first, and last, time I took my Grandfather out to lunch. My treat. Usually, when we'd meet for food- which wasn't often- he'd pick up the check.
So Voila will always have sort of a warm spot in my heart, my first adult dining experience with family.
Damn.
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Soul Kitchen. It's a testament to how odd things have been lately- Doc Brite's newest book has been at the store for two weeks and I just read it today. Relationships, food and murder, the third book in her Liquor series is a full course... bah. I was going to try for some annoying extended metaphor thingy, but the book's better than that.
It's a damn good book about two people together for life- who happen to own a restaurant.
Go, buy it, and Liquor, and Prime and you'll read the most wonderful series of stories since Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, because these books aren't just about Ricky and G-Man and their restaurant Liquor, they're a love letter to the city.
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Yeah.
No more alcohol for me for a while.
I saw an episode of Buck Rogers on SciFi Wednesday. Buck was at a spaceport and over the loudspeaker there was a call for "Capt. Christopher Pike to go to Veteran's Affairs."
--
Heh. I thought I'd posted that bit this morning before work.
There goes a month of posts.
Bugger.
--
After reading Soul Kitchen today, I decided I needed to try The Sazerac. Anything with an herbal liquor says "yummy" to me. So I tried La Galleria, who used to have Pernod.
No Pernod. I wasn't going to just walk in and then walk out because they didn't have what I wanted to drink so I had a glass of Sambuca. I'd forgotten how sweet that stuff was. Coupled with the PianoMan they had there (MacArthur Park, Where the Streets Have No Name, Everything She Does Is Magic were pieces he played while I was there). Well, eek.
It wasn't JUST the Wedding Singer retro gold, it was the crowd there, people who were seniors when I was a freshman in high school, trying desperately not to be 40. Too late guys.
Next stop was Voila, where I KNEW they had Pernod. But Kate, the bartender, who, it turns out, lives across the street from me, wasn't familiar with the drink, and neither drink books they had had the formula for it.
So I got the Pernod anyway. With orange juice.
Then Tony, from the Carriage House, bought a round of shots.
Lovely, wonderful, welcoming bunch of people.
I need to eat at Voila more often.
It'll always have a weird vibe for me, because it was the first, and last, time I took my Grandfather out to lunch. My treat. Usually, when we'd meet for food- which wasn't often- he'd pick up the check.
So Voila will always have sort of a warm spot in my heart, my first adult dining experience with family.
Damn.
--
Soul Kitchen. It's a testament to how odd things have been lately- Doc Brite's newest book has been at the store for two weeks and I just read it today. Relationships, food and murder, the third book in her Liquor series is a full course... bah. I was going to try for some annoying extended metaphor thingy, but the book's better than that.
It's a damn good book about two people together for life- who happen to own a restaurant.
Go, buy it, and Liquor, and Prime and you'll read the most wonderful series of stories since Armistead Maupin's Tales of the City, because these books aren't just about Ricky and G-Man and their restaurant Liquor, they're a love letter to the city.
--
Yeah.
No more alcohol for me for a while.
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Date: 2006-08-07 02:59 am (UTC)