August 21, 2007

Okay, confession time. Guess who is leaving town yet again? Don’t hate me. Yes, yours truly is trucking off to Burning Man this weekend (like most San Franciscans age 28-40 over the coming week), and will be WAY off the grid until September 4. I might as well be voyaging to outer space, or just a very hot, dusty planet. It’s right around this time when I really start savoring my last days with my bed, my refrigerator, and my shower. Oh, and that San Francisco chill I like to gripe about.

Question: do any of you fellow burners, or friends of burners, know any folks/camps who put on some of the marvy culinary wonders out there? Anything from the fabled sushi guy to big spaghetti feeds to disco brunches (oh wait, that was me and my posse a couple years ago)... Or if there are folks from the SF restaurant and bar community who are doing any food-oriented camps out there, I’d love to know! (Yes, I plan to put something together about it all…) Grazie!

One favor to ask of friends and colleagues (and readers!): since I’ll be MIA until early September, pllllllleeeeease take it easy on emailing me anything that needs a reply! Silence is golden, really. There’s nothing quite like returning home to 1,300 messages (that was post-Australia, yikes). Don’t make me cry. Please and thanks.

You’ll still get some mail from me (oh, the wonders of scheduling mailings in advance) but just consider the two upcoming columns as “tablehopper lite.”

In dust veritas,

~Marcia AKA Peach (one of my “playa names,” now you know