John W.

Where does one get good cassoulet in this fine city? I have the red wine bit down.

My fashionist (stylist? or whatever the fuck) decided along with the stupid smile and hair to forgo the wine glass. She's been shitcanned for three days now.

My impressions of my last (and only) visit to the Homestead was like being either on the Titantic or the real version of the Shining. Or, "The Dining Room that time forgot." My impression was that it was a one-horse town, without many options if any.

Go to Nectar with a Wankers hat on. Good times.

High noon - The ultimate in east coast vs. west coast rap dominance.

Hey Rocks; What are you doing (not really) on a whim this Sunday?

Looks like the beginning of next week now.

The Cuban sandwich at Ceiba.

Right. Clam chowder. Forgot about that one. RTS is now a legit restaurant as it has a bar. How long before the apple martinis are flowing like water?

I crushed out 12 cheeses at Komi last night.

This should be rich...

The last time Slater and I went we took a fuckin' limo. Being inside an automobile should be enough to protect anyone from the "elements."

Let's hope they have the wisdom to include Palena.

I'm fairly certain Jaleo was around far before "small plates/blue drinks" was a mantra. Hopefully someone I know will have this issue of the aforementioned fine publication as I can't seem to locate money to pay for it.

Le Bureau. Especially as the weather chills.

My one meal at Aqua was great. As was Jardinere. I really, really enjoyed Globe.

Stuffed young pig most certainly turned me into a stuffed mid-to-late thirties pig. Just another chapter in the book of Palena beatdown issuances.

I'll start I guess. Tom, what I like a whole lot about your place is the wine list. One of the more interesting lists in the city (not to mention way beyond reasonable). Could you talk a little about how you build your list, and how you were bitten by the wine bug?

Sometimes getting schooled is a good thing. Went last week, was one of those 4 hour jaunts that feels like 15 minutes. Jamison cooked for us and Jarad poured for us. Top notch, all. One example of how this place kicks ass...Todd the bartender saw the reservation and held the last bottle of Becherelle. He knows I'm a chenin addict and did not want to have me go without. This thread should never be on the 7th page again.

Nothing to see here, folks.

Half smoke. Plus chili. Oui.

I really like ordering armloads of food from the store in Arlington. Couple of chickens, garlic sauce (whatever the hell it's called) by the pint, fattoush, etc. (Minister, help me out here). Not much is better than spending a Sunday eating this stuff when you're into your cups and don't feel like cooking, perhaps with the exception of the much sought after and heralded RTS.

Very rational. I like accordions. I like pork. I like salt.

No.

We are working on it as we speak. It's almost finished.