I am back from a very long, arduous and thankfully rewarding trip. First a show in San Francisco, then a layout in Sonoma and finally down to Santa Barbara for another event. Drove back Monday.
It is definitely not getting any easier, driving is harder, packing in and out takes longer and I miss my wife when I am gone, not to mention my cats and peeps. Takes a week or two to put my gallery back together.
I don't have the time to give you a blow by blow but if there was a word to succinctly describe the trip, I would have to say gluttony. I
don't think know I have never eaten like this on a trip.
|Shirley and I in my booth.|
She wrote me a couple years ago and bought a Blast t-shirt.
Speaking of which, I have been amazed lately at the amount of people that introduce themselves to me and mention that they read the blast. Very flattering and much appreciated.
Anyway, back to the meal. A half a suckling pig, a whole crab, whole lobster, whole roast duck, beef chow fun, we went for it with gusto.
Anyway I digress, this exercise in Chinese gustatory excess may have only been topped by the next excursion to the rusty and trusty old Iron Gate in Belmont.
I love the Iron Gate, a warhorse throwback where tuxedo clad waiters still serve abalone and light things on fire.
Used to take my father there when he was alive, he loved it and we got our favorite waiter from the Bella Vista, Victor.
Ann and I split a chateaubriand and a wilted spinach salad lit ablaze with brandy. We topped the meal off with their delicious Grand Marnier and Chocolate soufflés. Petit decadent, no?
There were so many great meals and frankly so much red meat consumed this trip that I feel a bit guilty. Not just for singlehandedly harming the global bovine population but there is that. But for being such a chazer, certainly.
Very expensive, Hong Kong style. I was the only non asian on the premises. I had pork belly and lamb shoulder. Cooked in about six seconds. They warned me against the spicy broth with peppercorn. I had it anyway. My lips were numb when I left. I dug it. I will return.
As I read about your culinary exploits I could feel my smaller artery branches shutting closed. I wash my hands of your coronary arteries. Happy Thanksgiving. Did you just eat a vat of butter for the occasion? Miss you and Leslie, N
NOW I get it...you just go to all those shows to EAT. Selling is just a nice by-product, something to do when you're not eating...
Oh my! Glad you enjoyed your birthday celebration in a big way! So much food! And it all looked delicious! Good for you.
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