sprinklefingers

i’ve just returned from the great city of new york where i spent too much money and consumed far too many calories.

do i regret the sausage-stuffed french toast sticks from milk bar?
not at all.
how about the pork buns from momofuku?
certainly not.
and the crispy pig’s head at ma peche?
no way.
what about the peanut butter sundae at bouchon bakery?
please sir, may i have another?

some people like to museum hop. others like to shop ‘til they drop. me?
i like to eat. and eat. and eat.
sure, i visited the moma and the met. yes, i spent a few dollars at bendels.
but, for me, eating is where it’s at.

which is why i’m blushing when i tell you that while in the city i was fortunate enough to have a reservation at thomas keller’s per se.
most people think this is a once in a lifetime meal. something you do only once.
i pray to god that isn’t so for me. as soon as i finished my last bite i started making plans to return. certainly something that good shouldn’t be something you can do only once in your life. certainly.

one more thing about the per se experience: when i arrived the first person i saw there was thomas keller himself. after our four hour dinner i was invited into the kitchen and was introduced to the chef as he held post over the pass. meeting thomas keller just once in my lifetime is something i can deal with. eating his delicious food at his perfect restaurants? i just can’t settle for once. i can’t.

big sigh.