Mops, Socks, and Chardonnay: May 2009 Archives

Pies! Wonderful Pies!

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Food1.jpgOne our last trip to England, I was struck by an article I ran across in the Times, or the Telegraph, or the Independent, or one of the other seemingly numberless London newspapers. Apparently, the newspaper you read defines your class, economic status, and/or sexual orientation. I always feel self conscious reading London newspapers cause I'm always unsure if I'm reading the right one, or if everyone in the café is looking at me and thinking, 'blue nosed, toffee snorting, class enemy' or 'radical socialist, brick throwing, animal rights activist scum'. In any case, meandering, after a substantial detour, back to the original point, the article mentioned that in a survey commissioned by one of the major grocery chains - Tesco, I think, most of the meat pies that were sold at the grocers were bought by men and consumed in their cars out in the parking lot. I can understand this. If Mary is any example for others of her sex she is always tut-tutting ferociously whenever I stop and stare into a shop window longingly, salivating at all the wondrous meat pies on display.

Wait Stiff

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Wine1.JPGRecently we dined at a very nice and very expensive restaurant in New York. I won't mention the name of the place except to note that it was Jean Georges. Damn, I have a hard time keeping secrets. We'd had breakfast and brunch several times at the slightly less upscale venue next door - Nougatine, and enjoyed each greatly, at least till the bill came.

 

On this first and almost certainly only trip to Jean Georges, we found the food (except for dessert) really quite nice. On the other hand, our waiter gave the distinct impression of having recently had surgery to have their personality bone removed. It's quite unusual to find someone in a service type job, at least one that does not have a Civil Service designation, that demonstrates such a complete lack of humor or even a glimmering of humanity. I think we gained an appreciation for what things will be like when our robot overlords take over the restaurant industry. It might not be fun but at least the toast will be perfect.

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