eGullet
small screen network

(egullet is a great resource, but it is populated by fanatics. and fanatics always scare me a little. they remind me what i am not, which makes me sad, and also what i might become, which makes me sadder.)

might be time for me to add a links or blogroll page to the sidebar.

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jamie boudreau’s lime carving video reminded me of a guy i befriended (but hadn’t heard from in years) at a printmaking class. dude was a master at carving linoleum. so i internet-stalked him…turns out he’s still doing work, and it all looks pretty rad. here’s a linocut print, and here’s a pretty sweet looking installation.

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dosa addendum: after we were seated, i started to catch drafts of putrid breath + white wine. i glanced over and saw a bottle of white wine two tables over. i asked to be reseated, we were. and the smell went away.

that’s about as high maintenance as i get.

i was at a(nother) bar recently, and the bartender mentioned he would be tending bar elsewhere for a few nights. that piqued my curiosity, that it seems common for bartenders in these woods to take shifts/weeks here and there. freelance. and that it didn’t seem to be a breach of ethics or etiquette for the bartender to encourage me to take my business elsewhere. my brain was too slow to form proper questions so i went on my way with curiosity unsatisfied.

mood indigo: bourbon, jackfruit marmalade, angostura bitters, champagne. wasn’t a fan. heavy on the bourbon, exoticism undetectable.

i’d like to go back someday. though, as is always the case with sf restaurants…there are too many places to try: nopa, range, rye, beretta. smugglers cove when it opens (i am currently battling “humuhumu” for drunken puzzle-solving supremacy). i’d like to go back to bourbon and branch and alembic. and i’d like to visit jackie p again, wherever she might be on a given night. [edit: plus: alex smith at thirsty bear] all while keeping my seat at pizzaiolo warm. whew! can i make the time?