Upstairs at Smuggler’s Cove.
Can we possibly pile on any more occasions this week? I know I’m not the only one who is glad Valentine’s Day is over (someone should have let off an “all clear” siren on Monday, alerting single people that it was okay to return to your favorite restaurant counters). I know Beer Week definitely gave the city a workout. My President’s Day was pretty uneventful (hey, someone had to write this thing), but I will say Gung Hay Fat Choy, people! Speaking of fat, today we celebrate Mardi Gras—I have some places you can hit in the socialite. Let the good times and your waistline roll.
Last week hovered between the healthy (a meal at the vegan Gracias Madre—loved the coconut-lime “cheesecake”), the decadent (dinner at Barbacco, and then trying Bill Corbett’s gorgeous new desserts at COI), the boozy (Saturday night drinks were at Smuggler’s Cove, NOPA, and the Ha-Ra), and the homey (celebrating my grandma’s birthday with a honking serving of lasagne). This week is shaping up to be equally challenging to my waistline. Here’s hoping the weather cooperates and I get to ride my bike as much as I plan to.
Oh, and last week I got a couple questions about my Book Passage Cooks with Books luncheon at Perbacco on Wednesday March 31st. The $100 includes a copy of my book (signed, of course), tax, and tip! Ci vediamo?
It’s feeling positively springy out there. It’s not pitch black at 6pm, and the night is perfumed with cherry blossoms.
This week’s issue is lovingly dedicated to the memory of Brian Griset, who adored wine, food, music, and hugs more than most.