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This week's tablehopper: indian summer vacation.                     Sweets from Knead Patisserie (including the evil pomme d’amour). What an epic week. This weather is making people frisky, and definitely more relaxed. And dare I say nicer? Last night, at Jacques Pépin’s 75th birthday party upstairs at Waterbar, guests…

This week's tablehopper: hot damn.                     Tomatoes and melons at Saison. Awwww yeah, we get another blast of Indian summer heat, and I am already happily plotting a week of evening bike rides and outdoor excursions. One place that should absolutely be on the top of your list is…

This week's tablehopper: peeling out.                     At Una Pizza Napoletana. TGIF. I could use a few things, like an extra day in the week to get all my work done, and write a second review for today, damn. I’d like someone to answer all these emails for me,…

This week's tablehopper: loaded.                     Gazpacho from my event at Bardessono. No, this week’s title is not in honor of WhiskyWeek, or my current condition (I am quite painfully sober getting today’s column out, thankyouverymuch). But this week is a doozy—there are too many cool things…

This week's tablehopper: pedal to the metal.                     Caramel cake at Fremont Diner. This week has been a category three hurricane of eating, like a private tasting event Sunday night at Saison highlighting Robert Mondavi Winery’s To Kalon wines (along with sniffing soil with Laura Parker—sounds hardcore…

This week's tablehopper: the heat, meat, and the street.                     A round of the Gentleman #2 cocktail at Laszlo. Ooooooh, boy! Indian summer finally showed the hell up. The hot nights remind me of living in LA—am loving riding my bike in the evening, and am all about…

This week's tablehopper: TGIV (thank god it's vendredi).                     Cheeses at the Marché Raspail in Paris. Oh yeah, it’s Friday, and I feel like I’m as behind in my work as when I returned home from France on Monday. Hell, I still have dusty Burning…

This week's tablehopper: from the city of lights to lights out.                     Dinner at Bruno Paillard’s home. Hey, where’s my morning croissant and café noisette? My pre-noon glass of Champagne seems to have gone missing as well (I hope I don’t get the shakes), along with…

This week's tablehopper: fly by night. Yup, I’m back from Burning Man. (Barely.) How was it? To quote the old SNL skit, “I loved it, it was much better than Cats. I’m going to see it again and again.” It was my sixth year out there…

This week's tablehopper: dispatch from the desert.                     A Cavallo, from 2007. I can’t believe I am having to write two tablehoppers in one day, but such is my “boss of me” life. By the time you get this, I will already be kickin’ it in my camp…