Archive for May, 2010

Iguanas Burritozilla

Thursday, May 27th, 2010

Well, golly. Let’s have a warm round of applause for our two guest posters, DJDeer and Tinx! I’m quite impressed and was literally LOLing throughout most of their posts. I clearly need to step up my game. My 9 month plan has left me complacent. Those two guest posts are tough acts to follow – I’ve neither a creepy mermaid ballet and fries that look like poo adventure, nor have I a gaycation complete with a bacon-draped bloody mary tale to tell. In fact I have nothing draped with bacon at the moment. Woe is me.

What I do have, though, is a story of the FUTURE! Ha! You doubt me? You can see for yourself in the picture above, I ate a burrito on 25/45/2165. While I can’t tell you much of what is going on in that time (you know, the whole space-time continuum thing), you can at least figure out that 12/21/2012 is NOT the end of the world. Sorry Mr. Cusack!

How did I come to find myself in the future eating a burrito of no ordinary description? Well I was in San Jose with Vic for our good friend Twin’s wedding, and via Man v. Food had heard of an epic burrito to be had at Iguanas Burritozilla. The burrito itself was aptly named Burritozilla; it is 18″ and weighs in at just over 5 lbs (!) of pure burrito deliciousness. Pair it with a drink and the two items round out nicely to about 20 buckeroos.

Maybe it is a giant silver poo from Gozira himself

If you look closely you can see that the burrito was LONGER than the diagonal of the tray. Even then Vic and I had no idea what we had gotten ourselves into. After unwrapping it, we just thought of it as just another burrito.

Put me in your mouth!

Nommmmm. The ingredients were not groundbreaking, just your standard Carne Asada, Rice, Black Beans, Cilantro, Tomatoes, and Avocado.  Standard they may have been, but no less delicious.

Armed with knife and fork, Vic halved the beast and we started in on our respective parts. Let me tell you, that first 5 or 6 inches were heavenly. The ingredients were distributed evenly throughout, so there weren’t just bites of rice or beans. I could hardly stop stuffing my face with it. Vic seemed to holding his own, and we had garnered the attention of a few locals. “FOODIE STARDOM!” I thought. If I had only seen through the carne asada induced haze, I would’ve realized that their smiles were ones of pity and not kindness. After those first 6 inches, DEAR LORD the pain. The feeling of fullness hit so quickly I wanted to roll over and die. Since I figured my half of the burrito was 2.5lbs and I had managed to eat over half of it (1.6lbs or so) in about 30 minutes, I deserved a break.

Me: Dude, I need a breather. This sucker is expanding inside of me.
Vic: Me too man… how do you like it so far?
Me: It’s pretty good. The meat is cooked well and there’s a lot of flavor coming through.
Vic: …I should tell you that I had a big lunch 2 hours ago.
Me: Say what?!

That’s when it truly spiraled into a pit of doom. or maybe the pit of my stomach. That place. Anyway, Vic assured me that he would do his part to eat as much of the burrito as possible considering his situation, and that I shouldn’t worry. At most I’d have to eat maybe an inch or two of his half. AT MOST?! With 2 inches left on my side, I already wanted to die. Still, the AZN inside of me said that I couldn’t waste the food (the RICE! YOU CAN”T WASTE THE RICE!) and in the next 30 minutes I powered through to finish my half, bite by painful bite. I could see from Vic’s face that he was also to the point where he was in pain yet dutifully finishing his food.  With 2.5lb of burrito inside of me already, I anxiously watched him, fearing the worst. And with about 2.5 inches of burrito left, the worst happened. He tapped out.

Vic: I can’t do it anymore, man.
Me (almost hysterically): Oh come on, just a few more bites see?!
Vic: No dude, you’ve gotta finish it for me.

The AZN took this moment to once again scream (THE RICE! EAT IT. SAVE IT. DON’T WASTE IT. WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE WE DIDN’T HAVE MUCH …). The AZN seems to share a timeline with my father. Curious, that. So I went for it. I grabbed my fork and dug in, had two bites, and needed a breather. 5 minutes after that I started in earnest. Only to stop 5 minutes after that.

I can feel it gloating, basking in its victory.

Vic bravely managed about a half inch more, but we were done. All in all I had roughly 2.7lbs of burrito and I was near tears from eating too much. The mere hint of a thought trying to finish made me throw up a little in my mouth. We clearly were not fit to live in the future, eating future burritos. We stood up, threw the remainder away, and made the obscenely long waddle (seriously felt like waddling) back to our hotel 3 blocks away. I think I died a little that day. On a happy note, the overall weekend was awesome as Twin was a perfect bride and I could not be happier for the lovely couple.

Anyhoo, if you ever find yourself in San Jose OR the future swing by Iguanas. The burrito was tasty and if that is any indicator of the rest of the food, then you’re still in for some good stuff even if you don’t take on the Burritozilla.

Iguanas Burritozilla
330 S. 3rd St, Ste A
San Jose, CA 95112

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Guest Post #2: Matchbox DC

Tuesday, May 25th, 2010

This is it! The last guest post! The big finale before Janet returns! Mayhaps I should’ve guest posted before Tinx since her post has already received rave reviews. I shoulda known she would bring the heat with her fire hair (especially considering her food obsession). Of course this isn’t a competition, but I want to impress Janet with my skillz or else she may never let me post again. Fortunately, I have a secret weapon at my disposal and I am prepared to whip it out at a moment’s notice. Excited yet?

What is this weapon, you ask? Bacon. But not just any bacon. Bacon draped over a cocktail. Skeptical? Let me explain…

TyTy, Will, and I were recently in DC for a Big Gay Vacay. After a night on the Town, I awoke to a text from Ratch: “A bunch of my friends from high school are doing brunch at a jazz place in eastern market you guys should come!” I check the time. 9 AM!? Why the hell am I awake??? Hungover, yet determined to have one final delicious brunch before catching our flight home, we leaped (rolled) out of bed and sprinted (dawdled) over to Matchbox.

Matchbox

Brunch at Matchbox is served every Saturday and Sunday starting at 10 AM and ending at 3 PM which is great news if you’re in DC – because chances are if it’s the weekend, you are hungover. Matchbox also serves up live jazz music during these hours which made me feel really fancy despite the fact that I was wearing the same shirt as the night before.

My first impression was a good one when I opened the menu to a full page of Bloody Marys. It was love at first sight! Nothing could possibly get me down now. Then I discovered something amaaaazing. What was this!? A Bloody Mary garnished with bacon!? Screw celery sticks! This was the gold standard!

I was overcome with excitement. Will and Ty looked at me with judging eyes so I explained that the best hangover cure is a drink! My powers of persuasion overtook Ty and he ordered a Mimosa, thus validating my decision to be a total alky.

Behold the Nectar of the Gods

It was as delicious as you might imagine. The perfect Bloody Mary mix with a hint of bacon – garnished with more bacon. It was well balanced, not over-spiced at all. I hate taking a sip of a Bloody Mary and getting nothing but salt and pepper at the bottom. I wasn’t quite sure how to go about it so I just improvised. I would nom on some bacon and then chase it with some BM. Suffice it to say, this was a damn good way to kickoff brunch. Ty also approved of the Mimosa.

Next came food. I continued to explore the menu when chorizo caught my eye. Nothing says brunch like pig entrails, right!? Right. My vegetarian sister would be so proud. I ordered the cast iron chorizo and manchego egg tortilla made with chorizo and eggs stuffed in homemade ciabatta and brushed with garlic butter.

One word: Delicious. The ciabatta and chorizo combo worked surprisingly well together. The bread tasted fresh and homemade which made this even more scrumptious. The whole thing was a joy to eat. For some reason the brunch potatoes were covered in grease as if they had been scraped up from the bottom of a heap. I still ate them, and they were still delicious.

Will decided to go fruity and ordered the fresh fruit salad made from honey-orange greek yogurt, granola, and honey whipped cream.

Berrylicious Fruit Salad

This basically sounded like a fancy yogurt parfait to me, but when I stole a bite I was pretty impressed. The berries were ripe and I could tell that the whipped cream was freshly whipped. I wouldn’t personally order this for brunch, but if this is your style it was a pretty good value at just 6 bucks.

Perhaps in an effort to prove his manliness after the parfait, Will also ordered a bacon burger. Full after his fruity salad, he took the burger to go. Unfortunately, the burger later became a casualty of airport security when we were late for our flight and frantically dumped all banned items (along with TyTy’s $200 in fancy toiletries – a gay nightmare). A picture is all that remains:

RIP Bacon Burger

After all that sacrifice, we still missed the flight. Pretty devastating.

Overall, the Matchbox experience was a great one! When you’re there, don’t forget to grab a Matchbox matchbox on the way out! So clever…

Matchbox Capitol Hill
521 8th St, SE,
Washington, DC 20003

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Guest Post #1: Sauce & the SF Ballet

Thursday, May 20th, 2010

So I think Janet and R2 are in Toledo, Spain right now (I deduced this from R2′s facebook status: “Holy Toledo”).  While she has been nomming away on delicious ham and canned seafood, I have been enjoying my summer vacation since I finished my first year of law school two weeks ago!  Last time I had a vacation was spring break in March, during which I went up to SF to visit Janet for a few days.  Best spring break evar!!  R2 kept taking us out to dinner and drinks and awesome times and we got a tour of Lucasfilm and we went to the Exploratorium and what can beat all that?!?!1!  Maybe I should have been studying.  Oh well.

Anyway… during that trip we went to Sauce(!) before seeing The Little Mermaid at the SF Ballet.  I was hyped up for this meal since Janet kept talking it up and I looked it up on my handy Yelp! iPhone app and it got good reviews (currently 3.5 stars).  And let me tell you, it did not disappoint!  I guess the food genre is re-imagined American classics–oh so clever–but it really was quite delicious.  When we sat down, R2 promptly said “I like girly drinks, any suggestions?” to the waiter, who half-giggled and suggested the pink lemonade: muddled lemon, cranberry, and Ketel citroen. I had the Elderflower Kiss: St. Germain, Belvedere, and Prosecco! Yum!!  We promptly got drunk from these delightful libations, which might explain how much we ate.

We started off with a few of their “social plates:”  scallops wrapped in bacon on a bed of Brussels sprouts with balsamic bacon tomato sauce (pictured top); portobello mushroom fries with fat boy ranch dipping sauce; and the daily slider, which that day was a ham and cheese slider.

I swear I’m not a pile of turds!

Oh.Em.Gee.  The portobello fries.  Holy craptastic happiness in my mouth.  If you look at the picture, they don’t look like anything special–in fact, they kind of look like someone who ate corn just took a dump.  But they were so much more than a good poo.  They had this crispy, herbacious breading that somehow managed to be airy and substantial at the same time.  Portobellos are meaty by nature, but these were juicy and toothsome and the perfect contrast to the crispy coating.  However, the scene-stealer was the RANCH!  I know, right??  I am a believer in Hidden Valley Ranch.  Only two house-made ranches have ever beaten its flavor for me: Hole in the Wall in Santa Monica because they put dill in their ranch and I adore dill; and THIS ONE!!  Oh man.  It was so good that when they took the empty plate after we devoured the fries I think I squeaked out “Wait!!” and grabbed the ranch to put it on the sliders.  And everything else.

Tiny breadnom, huge tub o’ butter.

Oh yeah, sliders and scallops.  Forgot about those.  The scallops were awesome, duh.  They had bacon around them.  And the sliders were also good, with thick-sliced ham, melty cheddar, and mustard on the rolls they gave us at the beginning.  Oh wait!  I forgot to mention the breadnom too!  Cute little round-topped rolls that were so promising, but sadly were cold and thus no fun on their own.  Good as a slider though.

Perfectly burninated.

On to the entrees!  Janet had the baked mac & cheese: David’s old world ham and ham hock, Tillamook cheddar and four cheese cream sauce, served with green beans and bacon. Bacon seems to have been a theme to this dinner.  No wonder everything was so tasty.  I only had a few bites as I tend to have adverse reactions to creamy mac n’ cheese (sad times for me, since cheese is like my favorite food ever) and I didn’t want to be in the bathroom during the ballet.  But the bites I did have were quite delightful, though nothing super memorable.

I only had one bite of R2′s meal: cornmeal crusted Hawaiian butterfish with cauliflower and whipped potato puree, brussels sprouts leaves, and caramelized red onion salad. My bite was of the cauliflower puree, and it was gooood.  I love anything mixed with potatoes.  I didn’t try the butterfish, both because Janet ate most of it and I play favorites– Roy’s misoyaki butterfish will always have a special place in my heart.

My entree was the braised boneless beef short rib “pot roast” with roasted rainbow carrots, yukon gold potatoes, shallot & garlic, finished with fresh herbs, peeled baby roma tomatoes, and pan demi gloss gravy. Pretty fancy description for what was basically a large hunk of short rib on a pile of veggies.  Nonetheless, it was pretty awesome, though I prefer my short ribs melty and not quite as stringy.

Diabeetus.

Besides the mushroom fries, though, the highlight of the meal was dessert.  I am a dessert fiend, so of course I went ahead and ordered the Sauce sampler: PB&J cake, cinnamon sugar donuts, strawberries, and cream, and ice cream smash. I never realized how delicious PB&J can be when it’s sandwiched between vanilla pound cake and ice cream.  Also, the donuts!  Light, airy, melt-in-your-mouth, with the most amazing vanilla bourbon dipping sauce. Even after 3 appetizers, 3 entrees, and Janet’s aversion to dessert, we still decimated the plate.  High fives all around.  Good job, Sauce, you were awesome.

So then we walked 4 blocks (I think) in the bitter-freezing-icy-cold wind to the Opera House, just in time for the Little Mermaid: CREEPIEST BALLET EVER.   It was originally commissioned by the Royal Danish Ballet to be performed for the Queen in celebration of Hans Christian Andersen’s birthday.  If I were the queen, I would be like “What the fuck Hans Christian Andersen?  Why did you write such fucked-up stories?”  In the real fairy tale, the Little Mermaid doesn’t get the guy–instead, he marries someone else, and at the end she turns into “airy mist” and will eventually get to heaven.  So, she learns that unrequited love sucks, and she’s basically stuck in purgatory watching her prince be happy with someone else.  Awesome story, dude.

I’m sure you can imagine how horribly tragic that would be if performed in pretty tutus like a classic ballet, but then throw in a modern composer and choreographer and you get this:

I’m pasty white because I live in the ocean.

Scary Asian ballerina who does freaky arm movements and flaps around in her large pillowcases/pants/”fins.”  The music was also creeptastic–very eerie and clashy, with only a few major chords to ease the tension.  I mean, yeah, I enjoyed the dancing because it was artistic and cool, but this probably wasn’t the best ballet to pop my profesh ballet cherry.  There were only a few moments of pretty pointe shoes, and the rest was angry jumping and spasming.  Sighs.  Next time, we’re seeing something classic like Swan Lake.

Sauce
131 Gough St.
San Francisco, CA 94102

 

 

 

SF Ballet
Tickets available at sfballet.org

 

 

 

 

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There and Back Again… or the Ghetto McGriddle

Friday, May 14th, 2010
I is just resting my eyes.

You found me!

o Hai! I’m back! Janet ruined my surprise by asking me to post and asking guest bloggers to come in; I had actually planned on posting quite a bit while she was gone. You know, coz then she couldn’t censor me. Fight the man! or woman, in this case.

*AHEM* Sewing has indeed forsooth been my life for the past… 2 months? So that’s where I’ve been. That and tax season. You see, I wanted to make a labcoat and a hoodie but didn’t know how to sew, so I had to figure that out and then figure out how to sew. I know that’s not an excuse for not gracing you with my presence, but let’s not dwell in the past. Anyhoo, that will be a blog for some other time. Today we are talking about my breakfast!

Mmmmm breakfast. Normally my breakfast is an odwalla bar and several cups of coffee – generally because I can’t motivate myself to wake up in time to do anything more than grab an odwalla bar from the cupboard before heading off to work. Not today! Today I got sick of odwalla bars and decided to throw that thar breakfast monster together. Look at it! Ain’t it gorgeous?

Soooo what is it? If I recall McD’s has a thing called the McGriddle – some sort of breakfast sandwich thing with a sausage patty and cheese and perhaps egg between pancakes. Can you tell I did the research here? Anyway, I call my creation the Ghetto McGriddle. G McG for short. And it was DELICIOUS! Not only that, but it’s presumably hundreds of times healthier than a McGriddle. I know, I know, not really a high standard to begin with, but work with me here. I start with waffles – VEGAN whole wheat waffles. My mom recently decided to go vegan and foisted some extra homemade vegan waffles on me before she and my dad left to vacation in Japan.

Anyway, she made these waffles from scratch and froze them for me. They’re made of whole wheat flour and crushed walnuts. NOM. Between the waffles I put a slice of Tillamook medium cheddar and a Morningstar vegetarian “California Turk’y” patty. It was perfect!

This is a great way to start the day, and it only took a couple minutes to throw together (unless you have to make the waffles each day). Make your own G McG tomorrow!

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Guest Posts Post

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

me:  what’s a good photo for the guest posts post
Daniel:  I am sewing
Sewingsewingsewing is my life
I think you should draw stick figures

Sewing IS his life, akshully.  He made a goddamn hoodie from scratch just using his brain.  I’m sure he’ll blog about it … hopefully sometime before the next baby is born.

I’m not willing to chance it, though, and I’m off to a crazy trip: LA-London-Madrid-Toledo-Barcelona-Mallorca-London-LA.  I shan’t be back till June, so I’m using gratefully inviting Tinx (the one on the left with the stilettos) and DJ Deer to guest blog while I’m gone.  I also got Daniel to commit to at least one post per week while I’m gone, so that makes four.

I will mees you!  I promise to bring back stories and tales of many Spanish noms.

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Osha Thai

Wednesday, May 12th, 2010

What’s the deal with this place?  There are several Osha Thais throughout the city.  The one on Union in Cow Hollow, appropriately, seems douchey.  The one on Diamond is like, what the hell is THIS doing here?  The original is in the Tenderloin?  And the one we recently went to with our couple-besties Cate and R3, at the Embarcadero Center, right across the green from the Ferry Building, seems uber unspecial and touristy.

The touristy was nice that day  because it was when the zipline was set up on the green by Canada.  So our whole dinner was punctuated by zzzzziiiiip! sounds and WHEEEEEEEEEEEE!s.

And I was wrong about the unspecial, when it came to the decor.  It was sleek sleek sleek with gratuitous waterfall things scattered about everywhere.

The food also felt special – VERY special, askhully.  The beautiful, beautiful thing pictured above is Beef Wasabi Rolls – carrot, celery and mint wrapped in sliced grilled premium flank steak served with watercress salad.  Super delish, but I have to admit that everything at Osha tasted the same, which was sweet and savory with a punch o’ peanut.

Next, we ordered, naturally, the Bacon Wrapped Scallop, both because of its charmingly Engrish description - “tender sea scallop lightly wrapped in applewood smoked bacon served with three flavors cream” – and also because, well, it was a scallop wrapped in bacon.

It was clearly like “Oh fuck you guys you think THAT loser POS is ‘beautiful, beautiful?’  I’ll show YOU.”

I don’t know.  I still give the prize to the beef roll.

Oh, wait~ bacon!  You can have the prize.  You’re a single lady, buddy!

Despite the three flavors cream, it still tasted like sweet + salty + peanut.

The most distinctive thing of the night was the Bangkok Roti - green curry with flank beef, Thai eggplant and red bell pepper served with roti.  The roti was … not roti.  It was like they took a croissant and put it in the deep fryer.  Dipped in the sweet, salty, peanutey stuff that came with it, it was pure, crunchy, oily, sweet, salty, peanutey bliss.

Akshully, the most distinctive thing of the night was Cate, who is Irish, telling us over and over that the city of Cork, pronounced correctly by Irish people sounds like “cock” to Americans.  We kept pretending to not understand so she had to shout “COCK, like, COCK! COCK?” till her voice rivaled the zipliners.  ”Cock” this and “three flavors sauce” that.  Oh, foreigners.

Osha Thai
4 Embarcadero Center
Street Level SF, CA 94111
415.788.6742

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NY: Elizabeth and DBGB

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

After an intense business-ey week in our nation’s capitol where I had to prove to my benefactor foundation that I was worth all the money they were paying me, I trained up to New York City to go to my dear friend Frau’s wedding.  I met up with other dear friend Cara, maid of honor, and R2 joined us late late on Friday…

AND SURPRISED ME WITH A NEW CAMERAAAA!  One that actually takes pictures when I push the button, which is a new thing for me.  I named it The Kraken so we can say “RELEASE THE KRAKEN” whenever a picture is necessary.

What do you think?  It has SUPER MACRO!  And…a PET SETTING~!

The wedding was Tasteful with a capital T – so posh.  I expected as much from a friend who discovered Cynthia Rowley a year before she hit.

For example, I’m going to get ahead of myself a bit and show you her centerpieces:

Her reception was at Elizabeth (also the bride’s middle name) in…the Lower East Side?  Is that an area?  Despite going to college in New York state, I don’t really know the city and I haven’t been there since before 9-11.

Wait.  I forgot to tell you that Frau lives in DC, and her new hubby lives in London.  So she had to plan a destination wedding, and then fucking MOVED to the UK the DAY AFTER her wedding.  She crazy.

And she knows food.

This is her favorite dish at Elizabeth.  It’s organic chicken with curried cous-cous, dried fruit, and coconut sauce.  R2 got it and I promptly stole it from him.  The best part was akshully the cous cous, with big raisins in many colors throughout.  Not surprising, since I’m anti-fowl.  In fact, my kitchen is currently a biotoxic zone from chicken that I picked out of a burrito before I departed for DC and left it on the counter in direct sunlight.

Here is what I ordered and donated to R2.  It was a double cut pork chop with grilled pineapple chutney, asparagus (which caused as-pee-ragus) and garlic mashed potatoes.

Cara got a burger.  It looked amazing (foreshadowing!):

Good job The Kraken!  Now let’s see how you do with low light settings.

Sunday: DBGB Kitchen and Bar

Do you know DBGB, casual restaurant of the master, multiple-Beard Award recipient Daniel Boulud?   I think the history of the resto is that he built it on the space of the famed NY music club CBGB, and named it what he named it as an homage.  I also heard that he got sued by some person or another for stealing the name, which is just dumb IMHO.

OK, so this picture looks slightly horrifying.  Is it due to The Kraken attempting to do a low-light photo and getting the color temperature wrong, and then my bumbled attempt to fix it in iPhoto?  Or is it just that rillette (from our charcuterie plate – taste of pâté, saucisson, rillette, & fromage de tête with sourdough toast) always looks like chopped up brains?  Delicious, fatty, smooth, meaty brains.

It was the brunch menu, so there were a variety of sausages that you could eat with your choice of egg preparation.  Here is Cara’s Tunisienne sausage - spicy lamb & mint merguez, lemon braised spinach & chickpeas.  Sooo soft and like someone had distilled an entire lamb down into a five inch poo thing, except like much more delicious-sounding.  Much better than R2′s Polonaise sausage - smoked pork & veal kielbasa, cabbage, beets & apples, which tasted good but nothing spesh.

I was craving a burger for some reason and got one.  Oh man.  Listen to this: THE FRENCHIE - 6 oz beef patty with confit pork belly, arugula, tomato-onion compote & morbier cheese on a peppered brioche bun with cornichon, mustard & fries.  Try to get your mind off the fact that the plural of cornichon is cornichon (which majorly distracted me) and think about how good that sounds.

Unforch, The Kraken did not do a good job here:

What the heck The Kraken?  If I remember correctly my beautiful brioche was not soaked in blood, jyerk.

The taste itself was also disappointing.  It should have been dripping and decadent, and instead it was little and dry.  I’m officially over pork belly, too.  I like crispy bacon so why would I like pork belly?

To cope with this disappointment which I suspect you also share, I will tell you  a story, even if doing so may compromise my friends’ anonymity.  One of our fellow lunchers was named Janet just like me (!!!! – once when I looked up my name in a baby book, it said “like most names from the 50′s, this name is now out of style” so it’s surprising to meet another one).  And then we realized that ALL FIVE of us had names that start with “J.”  So Janet #2 flagged down our server (named Mr. Lucky, for real) and said, “I have a question.  Two of us have the same name and all of our names start with the same letter -” and without missing a beat he said, “OK!  Guessing!  Which half of the alphabet is it in?” and we said, “…the middle?” and then just gave him J to make it easier.  He would go over to a corner of the restaurant, clasp his hands, look up, and think really hard, and then come over and offer some guesses.

He got through eleven wrong guesses (Jessica, Jennifer, Jamie, Julia, Jocelyn, Julianne, Joelle, Joel, Jeremy, John, and Jacob) before he came over and guessed Janet, and then deftly fingered which two of us were named it!  As a reward we told him the names of the others: Jo-

-WAIT!  You almost got me there.  I may take the lord’s name in vain (and fail to correctly capitalize “Lord”) but I do has a moral code, shoot.

Congratulations, Frau!

Elizabeth
265 Elizabeth Street
NY NY 10012
212.334.2426

DBGB
299 Bowery
NY NY 10003
212.933.5300

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