Toasties, the new year has almost officially begun for The Bartender.
To mark this, red wine was used to cut through the short rib/sirloin/foie gras burger, followed by theater.
Are you a theater buff? How often do you go to the movies? Have you seen Le Grande Bellezza? Are you counting down the days til Night at the Museum 3? Looking forward to the Superbowl? Little kid ballet?
The Bartender went to an awesome resort where up is down and down is up. By that I mean that the hazy shadowed vanilla cake thing in the picture above was sold as chocolate mousse.
It was not chocolate nor was it mousse, a very fitting end to the shitshow that was 2013.
Ok, Toasties. I have my tea, I've got my pen. Awesome gift ideas... and GO! Me, I think everyone should read The Ariadne Objective, who wouldn't want to know about rescuing Crete from the Nazis?! Murray's Cheese is also always gold, and did you know you could adopt an olive tree and get sent olive oil for it?…
Dearest Toasties, the holiday season is officially about to begin. The Bartender's birthday is in a few days and things are feeling festive. Note the beautiful dessert and port in the picture to the left. Gorgeous. But you know what The Bartender won't have on his/her birthday? THAT. I'm about to get very polarizing and say that vegan desserts are not great. I felt tricked. Soy butter is not an adequate substitute for anything.
The bartender is from California. The bartender is unamused at having to miss the meetup. Angry bartender. So I give you a mostly finished glass of wine and a half-eaten salad.
Toasties: I have a cold. It's officially flu season. Get the flu shot! The one without mercury if you care about that sort of thing. In any case, ZICAM (falsely labeled PREcold, because, who does that?) and much much hot tea is my way forward. And roasted garlic (not pictured). What are your remedies?
Toasties! This week's pairing is my favorite: chanterelle pizza and wine. Are you weird about mushrooms? Sometimes people are. Do you go mushroom hunting? Do you eat them after, or are you afraid to die?
I hope this week was better for you. Mine was, despite (I will not continue with this theme forever, I promise) fennel sneaking itself into a BREADSTICK, of all things.
Oh, my toasties. Can I call you that? Yeah? Thanks. It's been a rough week. Bed bugs, canceled flights, antibiotics, weird bosses, sneaky licorice (All licorice is sneaky. - Ed). (Licorice is terrible. Twizzlers forever. - Other Ed).
Friends! I found the best nachos in NYC. And nachos are the best kind of toast being a vehicle for all sorts of topping goodness (mostly jalapeños). So to celebrate, I toast you with a glass of hefeweizen (objectively the best beer pairing for his heavenly food) and a half eaten plate of Mel's nachos. Happy weekend!
Hello, dear friends and strangers. I am here because I love two things almost beyond all else: toast and toasts. Meaning booze and bread. Food and drink.
