I am the very model of a modern... man

to the gardiner last friday, for some of locavore jamie kennedy's understated cuisine. the space was handsome and the food confident, but of even greater note was my encounter with their sommelier (a fiesty young woman in flat-heeled boots; an addition to the fiery-haired drummond, one hopes, rather than a replacement). having settled on the black cod, but not digging the suggested pairing (an ontario sauvignon blanc, if memory serves), I asked the som for an alternative:

"I'm not feeling the white tonight. anything else you like with the cod?"
"for sure! the 2005 was a great year for the pinots, and I'm pouring a couple by the glass I think you might enjoy," she offered.
"hmmm..." I thoughtfully replied.
"well, I must say you look like a modern man..."

needless to say I was immensely flattered. I suspect it was my urban yet relaxed manbag that tipped her off.

"...so let me make a suggestion: how do you feel about rosé?"

by george

at george, between bites of exquisite lamb tenderloin (brilliantly paired by chef loseto with sauternes-poached cherries and a foie mole), who should pull in but joe mimran (of club monaco and joe fresh style fame, natch) and wife kimberley newport-mimran. unfortunately, despite mila's best efforts at thrusting her $3 joe fresh style shoes in the direction of joe and kimberley's table, mr. mimran appeared to pay us no heed.

fashion victim

from jeanne becker's FQ: "amelia earheart's aviator-chic look is being cast all over the runways!"

okay jeanne she was actually an aviator you know. that was not her "look."

I need some new magazine subscriptions

hanging out on the subway today, I spied a man next to me reading not only restaurant monthly (canadian edition) but also food service news. nestled amid articles on how to boost appetizer sales ("salad daze") and restaurant design ("creating a mood for food") were juicy adds for mini burgers ("mini burger, big sales! burger power!"). also there was a contest for best drink menu redesign.

denim tuxedo

ginormous problem: I am taking the bus to work tomorrow which means I have to wear real clothes and change into hospital clothes once I get there. so I was going to wear some monday-casual jeans but here is the humungo problemo: my only jacket is denim so I am either going to be very cold or very tuxedo.

I wonder how soon they will be divorced

from a true life person on a true life wedding blog that I obviously do not read in true life because that would be silly:

"So we have 150 white cocktail napkins with our plum monogram on them, 150 plum napkins, and 150 raspberry napkins. I'll let my MOH have the task of collating them so that they alternate."

milking it

did you know that 1% milk has only twenty more calories than skim milk? I cannot believe I have been wasting my entire life drinking skim, all for twenty calories. do you realize how insipid a skim milk cappuccino foam is?

p.s. when I was back in london every once and a while I would make an absolutely killer cappuccino. I am talking about 100% textbook microfoam. fyi.

p.p.s. one of my current doctor bosses has an espresso machine in his office. hello role model! too bad he is into camping and canoeing and other such unsavoury pastimes.

thanks for asking, everyone

why yes, I have started tucking my scrub shirt into my scrub pants.

wolf blitzer have you gone mad?

"could the presidential campaign turn into a dance-off?"