Holiday

Today is my birthday.
So no blogging.

UPDATE (on July 28): In response to Fritz, I am old enough to realize the fragility of life and the value of every day, as the number ahead are numbingly finite. So yesterday was a good and memorable one, capped off by an excellent dinner at Flying Fish.

I am usually pretty blase about food. I mean don't get me wrong: I love food. But I think so much of the talk around it is pretentious and precious. But there is such a thing as good food and really good food. You will have a good meal at my house but you will not get really fine food: amazing textures and flavors such as we had last night. It is fun to run up against a dish which is put together by someone who really knows what they are doing and to whom one has to nod one's head in respect and offer, "I really can't cook like that at home."

I am not enough of a "food guy" to be able to suggest whether this place is "great" or not such as one finds in the reviews; I offer only very personal opinion of Flying Fish and it is simply "I shall return."

Comments

[Fritz Schranck]

Well, happy birthday, then.

How old?

BR,
Fritz/f

[4 white rich guys]

happy birthday