I am on the way to work, walking down Clarendon towards Tremont Street. There is the cutest little dog up about half a blog ahead of me, some terrier-looking little guy of indeterminate breed. Aw...I think. He is pulling on his leash, trying to get his owner to go one way, while she tries to get him to go another. Then, suddenly he stops. He's looking at me intently as I approach, and soon starts scampering my way, pulling on his leash in my direction. "Hey little guy," I say as I pass by. He is... More ...

Three guys & one girl are sitting at Table 60, and two of them are drinking wine. I offer them another glass. GUY: Sure, I'll take another glass of this "dry white". ME: Okay, it's albarino, by the way. (To the girl) Would you like another glass of red? GIRL: Yes, please. GUY: Oh, didn't you say you wanted to switch to the "dry white"? GIRL: No, I'll have more of this -- it's "fruity and red." GUY: You know, there was a time when you may have gotten kicked out of this country for possessing ... More ...

1. I find it interesting that you angrily accused ME of reducing my relationship with Dan to mundane & petty experience (hair-washing) when the event held in his memory at T647 included a live male auction and mass quantities of binge drinking. And you took issue with MY posts in his memoriam because you found them diminutive? Really? 2. I will never publish your comments, so stop coming by here and ruining my night by leaving them. I suspect the same person keeps doing this. I also suspect... More ...

There was a fund raiser tonight at T647 for Dan, in memoriam. I showed up late, missed all the solemn sober parts. But I did manage to arrive in time for the live male auction. I bid on one "item" (guy), and this is what they hollered when I did: "$75 to the blonde in the corner..." It was surreal, as most memorials are, and somehow, it seemed a fitting memoriam to a young, sweet boy who is no longer with us. After six months without him, I still can't fathom it. ... More ...

A guest left me his phone number tonight. At least I think that's what happened. Again, on the theme of me not getting what people want at all, here's the scenario: Attractive dark haired guy comes in for dinner with three hot girls, 2 blondes who I think are twins and 1 brunette. I have a lovely rapport with the table but end up ignoring them mostly when we get slammed 20 minutes after they come in. The Dude is the kind of guy who cracks a joke every time I come to the table; I can already pict... More ...

One day very soon (today?) pour on BORN BLONDE and be born all over again -- a delicate blonde. It even makes you feel blonde. -- Clairol Born Blonde print ad circa 1965 ... More ...

Every time I get a new issue of Vogue or Elle, I toss it on top of the filing cabinet to the left of my desk to read "when I have time." I'm like 8 months behind (as is probably evidenced by my clothing.) Every time I get a new issue of Food & Wine, Gourmet, or Imbibe, I tear it open and begin scanning the pages immediately. My heart leaps at the gorgeous four color photos, the exotic ingredients, and the fascinating tales of food in distant lands. I just ealized this the other day. I guess ... More ...

Sometimes I feel like I just don't get people. Here are a few snippets from my night to help you understand what I mean: Table 61 orders, tastes, then eschew two awesome reserve list bottles of Tempranillo, preferring the comparatively pedestrian one that we sell by the glass to the much older, more mature, more complex wine. A party of six waits an hour and a half for a table and orders just six tapas when they finally sit down to dine. I mean, sometimes I drink more than I eat when I go out, b... More ...

I got to thinking rather nostalgically about one of my former Sarah Lawrence classmates today, Bethany. Bethany was a year behind me and one of the cutest, sweetest, most sought after little baby dykes on campus. We lost touch when I was away during junior year, but on my very first day of school the following fall, she was one of the first people I ran into. I was super pscyhed! We swapped stories over coffee and bagels before running off to interview our teachers and pick classes (yes, we inte... More ...

Think pink! ... More ...

Dear Bike Guy on Comm Ave. who scared the crap out of me tonight by trying to give me an "UP TOP" hi-five while I was trying to hail a cab: I was feeling extremely nauseated when you decided to "freak me out" with your little "biker-guy antics." I very nearly vomited all over you. I know bike-types claim a bad-ass aversion to drivers and car-types, but nauseated pedestrians? Really? I hope you get doored. I also recommend getting a hair cut: the curly white boy 'fro isn't doing you any favors. L... More ...

See all those fuzzy little lumps down there? Looks like rocks, right? Wrong. Those are oysters. Big, sweet, briny, delicious oysters. You can read about my recent excursion to the Oyster Farm in the Dig on Wednesday. But in case you're wondering what your food looks like in it's natural habitat, here's a peek. Yum. ... More ...

ME: How was your night tonight? What did you do? MATHEMATICIAN: Not much. I puttered around. Practiced Al Green's "Let's stay together" on the piano. Ate a burrito. Oh, and I also watched You've Got Mail. ME: Really? Was it good. MATHEMATICIAN: Yes. Yes, it was. ME: I think it sounds like you have PMS again. ... More ...

Tonight someone mistook me as a Southern girl, and I think it was literally because of my blonde coif. I was mortified. Not that there's anything wrong with being Southern. I guess I'm just into being Northern. Who knew I had yankee pride? ... More ...

One of my least favorite things about being a waitress is having to pretend to care and furthermore, to diffuse, things that aren't and shouldn't be your problem. This is also part of the job description for publicists. I am very good at this facet of both jobs. But I also kinda hate it. Like tonight, when a bar guest decided to hold me to task for providing a sub-par level of service despite the fact that he wasn't even my table. What he expected from me, I'm not really certain: he+guest came i... More ...

"I want to ask you a question about the tomatoes you use here," the woman at Table 42 says. "Okay," I say. "She means vis-a-vis salmonella," says her male counterpart. I stare at him blankly, not because we use salmonella tomatoes, or because I think he has anything to worry about. All of our produce is impeccably sourced, I mean, hello, this is a Ken Oringer restaurant. I just can't believe the man at Table 42 actually used the term vis-a-vis in a sentence. ... More ...

...and someone came had too many pimm's cups to post tonight. Pics will follow... ... More ...

On our way home from Tucson tonight the Mathematician and I got into a fight with a total stranger. It started when I accused him of having B.O. We eventually determined that he was not in fact the cause of the smell that was permeating our section of the plane, and began swiveling our heads this way and that to see if we could surreptitiously deduce who was. The blonde girl sitting behind me in Seat 24F thought he was looking at her. She took this as a come on and called him a perv. Really, it ... More ...

This is what the mountains look like here... And this is what the sunset looks like. I am laughing, not crying. Aren't you glad I dressed like a gypsy for the event? ... More ...

Tonight I had the most amazing mole poblano sauce I have ever had in my entire life at a Tucson institution, Cafe Poca Cosa. Rich, nutty, chocolate-y. It was akin to eating a chocolate bar, only savory instead of sweet, with so many layers of complex flavor. And that was just one of three amazing items on the "chef's choice" plate this evening. I realized as I relished the bold, brazen flavors: "This is what every restaurant espousing big, bold, Latin-inspired dishes is trying to be." It was a s... More ...