The Queen Anne Shuffle

This weekend kept us close to the hood to try two spots we've been passing on our way to and from home.

Portage is an adorable little nook with no more than about 10 tables right at the top of Queen Anne Avenue. They specialize in classic French and the menu is small but mighty. With crisp white linen cloths and tiny votives, it is very cozy and very romantic. The bar carried Hendrick's Gin so that is always a good sign.

Warning: we did a poor job of writing things down on these excursions, so I will try to find what I can.

We were greeted warmly and got some fantastic wine by the glass recommendations. I'm not sure if the manager or the owner came out to pour our wine, but he took the time to tell us a little bit about each winery and the tastiness we were about to consume. Hankering a nice Chateauneuf-du-pape but with no by-the-glass option, I was steered to a lovely Cotes du Roussillon instead. It held grenache and other goodness in it's light berry color. And it warmed my throat and stomach as it meandered down, silky smooth to my tummy on this cold, rainy night. I cannot recall the winemaker, but it was round and full and smooth. Perfect. My husband has a lovely Oregon wine that was Pinot Noir with a touch of what we thought was Cab Franc kick at the finish. The manager/owner gentleman could not recall what the second grape was.

For starters, I opted for the Caramelized delicata squash, frisee, toasted almonds, ashed goat cheese for $8. The flavor packed a smooth punch and the squash melted in my mouth. My husband had the local roots baby greens with a splash of red wine vinaigrette for $7. He said the dressing was a bit overpowering but it looked crisp and fresh.

I tried the Diver scallops with oasted squash puree and foraged mushroom fricassee for my entree. The scallops were big and hearty and the earthy-nuttiness of the rest of the dish balanced out the creamy tang of them. But we also tried the best chicken dish we've ever had in a restaurant, hands down: Roasted chicken, cipollini onions, lardons, baby tomato confit . Most restaurants put on chicken as an afterthought and never quite do it justice, but this was juicy and perfectly roasted - a delectable balance with the sweet kick of the cipollinis.

We rounded it all out with 3 scoops of Chocolate-Grand Marnier ice cream. Overall, it was a good, sturdy meal, but not sure we need to go running back to try anything else. Maybe if they change the menu, as it is right by our house. But there was an odd vibe where I never felt quite "comfortable" - and the entrees took WAY too long with such a small amount of tables. We waited what seemed like a half hour from the time they took our salads away.

Saturday night brought us to modern, funky Betty, a little further up the hill. We had been here for drinks before and it combines a sleek modern sensibility of steel tables, concrete floor, and straight lines with a little bit of warmth - earthy toned canvas painting on the walls, two small stained glass creations flanking the bar. They make killer drinks at the bar (one of the best Grey Goose and Tonic's I ever had and their speciality cocktails are to die for). We decided to eat at the bar since we couldn't get a table anyway - but there is the option of sitting at the chef's counter and watch all the magic happen.

We went for the Mozarella Risotto Balls, fried and gently embraced by a sweet tomato sauce and garnished with kale. I could have eaten ten of these bad boys, they were so flavorful and crispy. I opted for the mussels as my entree and they did not disappoint. Swimming in a light wine broth, they were just the right size. And the bread rocked for dipping! Hubby tried the Steak Frittes and I ended up eating off his plate. The salty, zingy ribeye was cooked to perfection (my mouth waters just thinking about it now) and the fries were perfectly crisped (again, good for dipping in my mussel broth.)

Our bartender/server was great - busy but always attentive and really friendly. Coming from SF, this is a hip spot, sans the hip attitude. Love it and want to go back for more.

Overall, a nice little Queen Anne sampler. Next on the list is the best named restaurant in a while, "How to Cook a Wolf." Yowsa.

For Your Consideration

Call them what you like: petty, vapid, meaningless in the fabric of human time and existence. They are out. The 2008 Golden Globe nominations. A little bit of sparkle and glamour to cheer our winter doldrums. For the complete listing, check out my friend BuzzSugar.

Not a lot of huge surprises in my book. Philip Seymour Hoffman, Mary-Louise Parker, Sally Field, Keira Knightly, Kyra Sedgwick, Johnny Depp, Denzel, George, Cate...but some unknown performances that really did deserve kudos (as far as I've seen in review, as I have not seen some of these films yet) also got recognized: Ellen Page in "Juno", Javier Bardem in "No Country for Old Men" (he looks totally creepy and cool), Amy Adams in "Enchanted" (I adored her in "Junebug" but this Disney rom-com needs a bit more to get me to the theatre).

The just released epic romance, "Atonement" based on the novel of the same name (which I indidentally just picked up from Barnes & Noble - talk about timing) got seven nominations across various categories, including acting nods to Knightly and her co-star, James McAvoy. I envy Miss Keira. She has had a charmed acting career, nabbing tons of juicy roles from period pieces to action-adventures. And she's like 20. I hate her. And as for McAvoy, I've seen his work before at Sundance in the moving and beautiful "Rory O'Shea Was Here" and loved his turn as a faun in "The Chronicles of Narnia". I did not get the chance to check him out in "The Last King of Scotland" but I just adore him. I really do. Good for him.

Other random musings:

• Angelina Jolie got a nod for her portrayal of Marianne Pearl in "A Mighty Heart." Shocking.


• Clint Eastwood got a nod in the - wait for it - Best Original Score category for a song he did for the Iraq widower drama, "Grace is Gone" starring John Cusack. I mentioned I saw this at Sundance, since my friend Rebecca Friese was in the film as well. Yeah!


• I have not seen "Juno" yet but the trailers crack me up. Ellen Page is sarcastic, lovable and smart without being cloying all at the same time. Already love her.


• Hurrah for Bill Paxton's nod for "Big Love." Not normally his fan, but he's perfect for the role of Bill, a man trying to live his public and polygamous life separately without having a mental breakdown. Talk about stress. Makes you wanna go home and hug your spouse after you see what his typical day is like.
  
• I'm sad there were not any shoutouts to Judd Apatow for "Knocked Up" or "Superbad."


• Why does "Hairspray" get nominated for anything? I still think that making a movie based on a musical that was based on a movie in the first place is just overkill. I admit, I didn't see it, but how can you turn a John Water's film into a fluffy Hollywood, light-hearted, musical romp? But shout out to Nikki Blonsky who got a best actress nod. I am all for the unknown who sees her star on the rise. You go, girl.


• Does anyone else think Johnny Depp recycled his costume from "Edward Scissorhands" for his "Sweeney Todd" role? And haven't I seen that makeup on Helena Bonham Carter on the red carpet? Meow. I kid because I love HBC. She's a freak and I love that about her.


• "Bee Movie" should be banned on the basis of cruel and unusual overpromotion on an unsuspecting public. I haven't seen anything hawked like that since Ginzu knives. You couldn't run, you couldn't hide. E tu, Jerry?


• Yeah, Tina Fey for "30 Rock." Yeah, Alec Baldwin for the same (he is hilarious, people. I've almost forgotten he married Kim Basinger.) Yeah, Jamie Pressly for "My Name is Earl". She is the most hysterical, sarcastic, fast-talkin' piece of White Trash I would ever want on my side in a bar fight at Hooter's in Arkansas. How much can I pay to watch her in the ring for just 1 hour with both Paris and Brittany? Ah, sweet justice.


• Hugh Laurie is British. I'm tired of people not knowing this. And I think his accent is bad and sounds like Smith from the Matrix movies. My husband says he is actually a really funny and famous comedian back in the UK and I think I'd enjoy him more in that vein than in the "Oh look at me, I'm so acerbic and witty and full of one liners to act like I'm masking a warm heart behind this cold exterior but really I truly am an egomaniacal jerk who knows the answers but likes to make you feel stupid and small and yet you keep thinking I'm such a great doctor" role he plays on "House." Maybe it's just me. "Nuff said.


• No love from the Hollywood Foreign Press for "Heroes"? This is a bit of a surprise.

My parting thought on all of this: Some movies and performances the critics loved got no love, while others they hated got nominations. Just goes to show beauty is in the eye of the beholder and this is all just a bit of fun. But my congrats to all the nominees. I envy the wonderful feeling you must have right now as you get rewarded for work you enjoy doing in the first place. Enjoy your time as belles of the ball!

I Hate When Meg Ryan Has a Point

Do you remember the scene in "You've Got Mail" where Meg Ryan laments to her email-lover (unknown to her to be Tom Hanks) that she hates rude confrontations where she is left speechless and then, hours later, tries to think up some perfect comeback "zinger" she should have used? I had two such moments this weekend. One with my home builder (who, until I get the issue resolved, I will refrain from mentioning) and one from some crazy chick in the movie theatre.

Those who know me know I am not usually at a loss for words. Comes from years of honing my Ninja-like responses to my older brothers' teasing and sarcasm. But sometimes I act so accomodating in the moment, revert subconsciously to a good little Catholic girl - and then get pissed at myself for not saying something meant to put someone in their place.

Forget about the specifics of both cases. One was just someone who tried to guilt me into feeling badly for calling when his personal issue had absolutely no bearing on his responsibility to me. He completely tried to blur the issue by making me feel I was inconveniencing him and I thought, "Don't be heartless, be understanding" so I fell for it hook, line and sinker. Only later I realized the manipulation that had taken place- and I was pissed I wasn't more direct and demanding with him. I SHOULD have calmly said, "With all due respect, that has nothing to do with me. If you had called me back 2 weeks ago when you were supposed to, or if you had already fixed the problem, I wouldn't be calling right now, so let's not act like this is the reason you can't honor your responsibility, shall we? Now, when are you coming to fix the door?" Some people are so good at not only turning the situation around to avoid the real issue, but have a knack for making the other person apologize for it in the end. Wow, what a skill. Not only do I make you feel bad for my breaking into your home, I'm actually going to have you apologize for not leaving the doors unlocked, thus causing me pain and suffering at having to break the window. While the situation was not quite this tragic, it does make you feel like a naive sap.

The second case was just of someone who, as my husband likes to put it, is not self-aware. Not everyone in the world is doing something that annoys you on purpose. You are not that important, relax. And why did I act all apologetic , as if she acted appropriately? To the lady at "The Golden Compass" this weekend who practically hit me and annoyingly told me to sit down or move (at the end of the movie, lights up. trying to leave our row with everyone else - yeah, I know...) because she was desperately trying to read the credits, here's what I SHOULD have said: "Miss, a) no need to hit me, just ask politely, b) you are not so significant in my life that I planned throughout the entire 2 hours to think of ways to piss you off, and c) if knowing that Ian McKellan was the voice of the ice bear who has a whisky problem was THAT important, here's 4 letters for you: I. M. D. B. (.com)."

I guess sometimes it feels like you are the one being taken advantage of, and other times it feels like people are oversensitive about you taking advantage of them. I guess overall it is better to be nice and regret not being mean, then to be mean and regret not being nice (peace on earth, good will towards men, and all of that.) Ay yay yay. I think I'm as guilty as anyone in the end but really....can we hope to stop wars abroad when we can't even get along at a Disney picture? Sheesh. Let's all go get a drink already and calm the heck down.

Mission Accomplished? I Have No Idea...

Until technology and B2B companies learn that their customers are "people", they need to speak in ways people understand, and they do not have to use words their competitors do just to keep up with the Jones', here is an amusing take from Dilbert on creating your Company Mission Statement.

And I raise my hand at being guilty of this sin in the past. What can I say except one of my favorite quips: Sometimes when the bear attacks, you just need to go limp.

Ask "What" Not "Why"

Let me digress from general sassyness, gluttony, and alcohol for a moment and talk about something bigger: living your best life.

I begin with the caveat that I am not a huge fan of most self-help books, but some occasionally provide great nuggets from kick-ass people - like Cathie Black, CEO of Hearst Magazines' "Basic Black The Essential Guide for Getting Ahead at Work (and in Life)" This is just an interesting and entertaining read if anything else, as she gives you career and life advice with anecdotes from her own amazing journey. This woman has seen and done it all and she is just generally a cool chick. Pick it up if you get a chance to see how people get things done, especially women in the business world.

A more psychological self-help book I've come across is called "Living Your Best Life" by Laura Berman Fortgang. Again, not to say I do not proceed with caution with most books that try to tell people how to live their lives (don't get me started on some professed "experts"), but a few have been interesting and I take away what I subscribe to or that which makes sense to me, and ignore the rest. One self-help book in particular did pave the way for getting out of an unhealthy relationship long ago, but I didn't realize this until much later as the effect took place over time; as a nod to my CEO, some things "influence" the deal, even if you can't prove the deal came directly out of that one particular action. I'm not saying, I'm just saying....

Laura is what seems to be the most unbiquitous profession today: a life coach. Her focus is both on career and aspirational guidance to help people achieve goals both small and lofty. A good friend of mine, Rebecca Rodskog, is also embarking on this journey, but she has an arsenal of change management experience with large and small companies to really make a difference. One of the biggest benefits of coaching, like in personal training for fitness, is that you have the power within you, you have to do all the work; the coach is just a guide that ask the right questions, keeps you on track, and most importantly, keeps you accountable. I think in that light, everyone could use a little personal coaching now and then.

Anyway, Laura has some wonderful insights and personal experiences on the topic. She divides up going after your "best" life (which, funnily enough, Cathie Black also references as the life YOU want to lead, not preconceived or societal notions of success or happiness, but choosing what works best for YOU as an individual) into three phases: The Reckoning, The Doing and The Being. Mumbo jumbo aside, I am only starting out with this book and am smack dab in the middle of The Reckoning. Which sounds like a Stephen King novel, but anyway.....this is where you "get over yourself", accept what you have to work with, and uncover your true life blueprint to get what you really want. It's a lot of reflection and asking questions.

And in this task is this concept called Wisdom Access Questions. Oftentimes, when we are stuck or do not know how to get to where we want to be (or even don't know where that destination is located) we seek causal information: Why did this happen? Why can't I make this successful? Why did they treat me like? Whose fault is it? Why is this so unfair? These tend to be the "Why" questions in our lives. And if you look at how you answer them, they all reflect the past, things that have happened, causes that got you to this point, asessments and opinions on others' behavior. While useful information, at some point, it doesn't help you answer "Where do I go from here?"

Fortgang suggests asking "Wisdom Access Questions" or WAQ's (cheesy, but hear me out) to move forward. What will get me what I want from this situation? What would make a difference? What can be learned? What is the solution? What can I do to improve?. "Why" questions focus on the problem;" What" questions focus on the solution and unleash brainstorming to how to get moving again.

If you're skeptical, as I was, try it for yourself. Write down a situation you are wrestling with and then pose all the information-seeking questions for it. Look at your answers to those questions. Then turn those into WAQ's, the "What's" and see how your answers differ. It was when I did this exercise of Fortgang's that I saw, in black and white, how my What answers were all about solutions rather than general whining and laying blame. And while such childlike-tantrums of blame and shouts of unfairness can feel good and cathartic, at some point you have to wipe away your tears and come out of your room to face the music.

Information-oriented questions often seek to react, uncover evidence of wrongdoing, justify points of view, and stay self-centered and problem-oriented. But switching the questions to Wisdom-oriented enables you to get out of the blame (Why is this person so mean to me at work?) and talk about how to change the situation (What do I want this relationship with this person to be like? What can I do to change it?)

Sounds abstract and psycho-babbley (is that a word?) but I think it really works. I beleive there's an application for this in the workplace especially, as companies dig through data and metrics to determine what went wrong the year before. At some point, they need to stop looking backwards and asking "why" and look forward to say "with that learning, what do we want to do now?"

Again, one person's self-help breakthrough is another person's "Well, duh!" reaction. So whatever works for you and yours. As 2008 approaches, give it a shot and try it for yourself. You may find your mind generates new ideas just by virtue of the questions you pose.

My Mexi-French-Italia Food Fest

Has everyone recovered from turkey and stuffing overload? More imporantly, from "lots of family in close quarters" overload? This year, we did not venture to the wild Midwest but stayed close to home and avoided the airports - talk about being thankful. But I hope everyone enjoyed dining, dishing and debating with family and friends on this lovely pit-stop on the road to Christmas (which is what most retail outlets would have you think is the true meaning of this Autumn holiday) Now Thanksgiving is behind us and advertisers have unabashedly gone full throttle to holiday shopping.

But, oh, what a lovely gastronomic tour de force we had the last 4 days! Before I get to the best which I save for last, let's begin with our quest for some mid-week Mexican love last Tuesday - we found it in La Carta de Oaxaca, a casual joint in Ballard that makes clever use of corn, chiles and chocolate in its homestyle cooking. The restaurant was a plain space, crammed with tables and patrons, but artfully decorated not in pinatas or garish colors, but what seemed like hundreds of poignant and interesting photographs. Varying in size, they seemed to capture the people and architecture of what I have to assume to be Mexico or other South American villages. You couldn't stop staring at the depictions of life gracing the walls.

And I couldn't stop eating my silky smooth chicken mole. This place is known for it's mole (choose pork or chicken), and it delivers. Like a chocolate massage down the throat, the chicken slid off the bone and the mole meandered down to my tummy and settled there warm and wonderful on this chilly fall evening. The portions were sane and satisfying. And the chips and guac were muy delicioso. Definitely on the list of weeknight stops for future Mexican bliss.

Not on the itinerary for the future is Le Pichet. Craving mussels and pommes frites, we ventured to this French bistro in Belltown. While definitely displaying all the accoutrements of the classic bar/cafe - wooden wine label signs, mismatched champagne buckets, bistro tables, small-tiled floors and the Fromage chalkboard displaying featured daily cheeses - the vibe was a bit cold and way too bright in the lighting department. I felt like I was being interrogated in the witness room on Law & Order. Service was spotty - they seemed to act like we were lucky to get a seat without a reservation, even though the place was a ghost town (one amusing note was that they have chalkboard-topped tables so they write "Reserved" on the actual table. As we dined, none of the tables marked "Reserved" ever filled, and even some walk-ins got the supposed "reserved" table next to ours. Methinks this is akin to sending yourself flowers to make the boy you really like jealous, hmmm?)

Boasting a rather long by-the-glass wine selection, you would think they could provide some guidance. But when I asked the waitress which white would go best with my mussels (I was feeling adventurous) I got a very lame, "Well, it depends on what you like" as she listed off about 8 possibilities. No, no, no, people. If you have an extensive wine list AND you masquerade as a French bistro, then get educated and have an opinion. I don't want to be "yessed" to death: I am seeking your expertise. Sigh...

It was not all bad. The bread was crusty, warm and wonderful. My mixed greens with hazelnuts and mustard vinaigrette was fresh and yummy. And my hubbie enjoyed the country-style pork pate, even though that type of pate is a bit more hearty than he prefers. But my mussels were just okay (they seemed a bit understeamed if that is possible) since I am more a fan of the clear wine broths vs. creamy thick mollosk marinades like th bacon, leek and saffron cream in which mine bathed. This is a personal preference, so I would give it a go if I were you. Overall, the bright lights and the sub-par service made me want to get out of there fast. I was saddened by this, since a local French bistro you can count on is a staple for me. The search continues....

And then - joy of joys - we ventured to La Spiga in Capitol Hill on Saturday night. I have been dying to try this spot since our realtor Ron recommended it. And it did not let me down! Stylish ironworks around the bar, high ceilings slatted with pine, and a large front window that upon closer inspection, was revealed to be a glass garage door made this industrial and funky osteria a chic local hotspot for groups, dates and even on our night, a sophisticated bachelor party. According to their site, "in Italy, the osteria is an inviting neighborhood spot where locals savor fresh, seasonal food while enjoying the company of good friends. a sophisticated dining spot." I concur. I enjoyed a tickly and bubbly Kir Royale at the bar. Then we were seated and our dinner fest began: insalata mista with a slightly salty vinagrette was fresh and crisp, and Pere con Pesto di Rucola e Fossa (Bartlette pears topped lightly with arugula walnut and Formaggio di Fossa sheep cheese) was nutty and Fall and wonderful. There is so much on the menu I want to go back and try, but I started with the traditional Tagliatelle al Ragu: a lovely homemade pasta made with rich meat and tomato Bolognese sauce with the right balance (for this Italian gal) of detectable Parmesan. My husband tried the Passatelli al Formaggio di Fossa in Brodo di Carne, which is a free-range chicken and natural beef broth cradling Passatelli dumplings with Fossa aged sheep cheese - the entire dish topped with truffle oil. The prices were reasonable for such a chic spot - entrees ranged from $10 to $15. We also indulged in a side of the most perfectly roasted Yukon potatoes with rosemary that I've ever enjoyed for a mere $6.

Other little treats they offer are specialty condiments of rich oils, vinegars and premiere salts. We tried the Peperoncini nell’Olio - Crushed Arbol Chiles in extra virgin olive oil - and enjoyed the kick in the pants our flatbread received with each dipping.

The wine list offered lots of by the glass options and I partook of a lovely Primitivo (the Italian style of Zinfandel). It was like the good Zinfandels of yesteryear - before they started upping the sugar (and thus, alchohol) percentages. Mmmmm. I had two (hiccup.)

La Spiga rocked. I want to go back weekly to try all the seasonal goodies before the menu changes and also to become a regular. Yes, my dream is to become the "Norm from Cheers" of an Italian trattoria. Call me kooky.

A Scot-Italia Pub Fest

Scotland may indeed be brave, but viva Italia!

Saturday might have been a hangover recovery morning for those attending our housewarming party the night before, but for our Scot-Italia household, it was the Scotland-Italy football (soccer) match for advancement in the European Cup race. Or something. Apparently it has been a big deal that Scotland has advanced this far into the qualifying. All I know is my husband was like a kid in a candy store, bolted out of bed early, forced me to don my Italy jersey while he modeled his Ross County jersey, and ushered me out at 8:00 am to go watch the game.

Married to a Scotsman, I have uncovered a whole other subculture in this country. Like a secret society, this ex-pat or just general fan group graces pubs big and small to watch DirectTV feeds of international soccer games - often at ridiculous morning hours since the games are televised live. This one happily was at a more decent hour.

Tromping through the rain along the silent early morning streets, we hit The George and Dragon, which hails itself as Seattle "only authentic English pub." It seemed deserted - until we stepped inside. We were greeted by a heaving crowd of rowdy Scotsmen and Scotland supporters who has taken over the "English" pub by hanging the Lion Rampart and the Scottish flag strategically throughout the place. The Russia game was on, too, but in a back corner somewhere. Scottish accents, laughter, blue and white jerseys, and kilts filled the room. Yes, my husband must hate me, I thought, as I walked in with my lone Italy jersey. I felt like the stranger walking into a Wild West bar as the saloon goes silent. Now I'm all for rooting for my home country, but talk about stepping into the lion's den. My husband had happily scored a small table and waved me over (someone had to go get the lattes). Glowing and smiling, I think he found his people. Our good friend, Guy, also joined into the fun by meeting us there as well.

The room crackled with excitement and progressively got louder close to 9 am kickoff (or whatever the hell they call it in soccer). A quiet looking man arrived with an odd little suitcase which he opened and pulled out a set of bagpipes. The crowd went nuts as he blasted "Scotland the Brave." Caught up in the super fun excitement, I looked around at all the hopeful happy faces and thought "This is really cool!" I felt like we were back in my in-laws village pub in Evanton or something. We even ordered a Scottish Breakfast of egg, tomato, beans, bacon and sausage. Wasn't great, but it definitely added to the ambiance.

Italy scored first, dampening the spirits a bit, but Scotland rallied and scored as well. Then with about a minute or two to go, a penalty was called and Italy got a corner kick that turned into a goal. And with that, the flame went out, folks finished up their Guinesses, shook hands, and started trickling out into the pouring rain. Piper Guy did one more round for the troops before packing it in as well.

I love examples of the fun little subcultures that abound in our country: groups formed via a shared interest for film or chess or their faraway homeland. It's like there's this undercurrent you never really know about until you tap into the vein and find yourself carried along. My husband was very sad at Scotland's loss, but we are looking forward to spending many more rainy Saturday mornings at The George and Dragon with "his people."

Food and Storytelling

What is it about food that makes it such a great catalyst for storytelling? I have recently dusted off a long-buried memoir idea - a collection of stories about growing up Italian (and not being in the Mob) and I have a whole chapter devoted to food as tradition. But many people can weave an entire night's tale by the fire around a butternut squash recipe.

I wonder why this is. Can it be that food is so universal and representative of different times in our lives? That the aromas and tastes can instantly transport us to another time and place? Maybe it's because food makes use of most of our senses - touch being used most infrequently, but still.....so when we file away a memory of that perfect dinner party or family gathering, it includes the buttery taste on our tongue, the sweet aroma of cumin, the tender meat morsel that melts in your mouth, or the fabulous array of spices and garnish served on the platter.

Of course, food can also be associated with some not-so-fabulous memories. Don't even show me a frozen bag of mixed veggies that include lima beans. I TOLD Mom it would make me sick, but noooooo....she thought I was just whining. I won't go into more detail on that one, gentle readers.

A friend of mine wrote a book that has yet to be published which I just ripped through in less than a day (that's how good it is) and it talks about the European custom of savoring your food, savoring the companionship and enjoying the "event" with all of your senses - from the food itself, to how it is presented to what the table settings look like. I guess my Mediterranean heritage shines through once again, for I love dining in this way. It is an experience meant to be savored and enjoyed.

Too often we look to our meals as "fueling stations" on the highway of life. Something to remember to do when things get crazy. That's sad. Some of the best moments in my life have involved gathering around a table with friends and family to celebrate a holiday, a promotion, or just the fact that we are in each other's lives on a cold Friday evening.

Rather than waiting to sit down to a nice dinner when you have stories to tell and time to tell them, we have to make time for the food - and the memories of that evening will lead to the stories that follow for years to come.

Yum and Ick

We spent the weekend entertaining friends from out of town (as well as friends from in.) This naturally involved lots of eating and drinking, most of it done at sports bars. In summary, we had a wide variety and sucky and good food this weekend, which leaves me feeling a bit bipolar on this rainy Monday.

As for sports bars, thumbs up on Sport by the Seattle Space Needle. They served a Kobe beef burger (what is up with me and the Kobe these days? Must be all the rain driving me to seek comfort in beef) weighing in at 10 ounces, so I smartly shared this with my husband. It was delish, juicy and wonderful. Top it off with perfectly golden crispy onion rings and HDTV screens everywhere you look to watch both the Cowboys and Bears' game, and we were set. Quite a bit more swanky, but less yummy was Fox Grill in downtown Seattle. Large plasma screens, a plush lobby with cushy chairs and panes of glass awash in waterfalls made for nice ambiance but the food was bland and boring. Can everyone just supply their spicy buffalo wings from Bw3 and be done with it, please? Life would taste so much zestier. Although redeeming itself with a Build Your Own Bloody Mary bar sponsored by Pearl Vodka did soften the disappointment a tad. Can't say that simple solution can soothe the broken heart of the Buckeye State, however.

Evening adventures brought us to Wild Ginger, a favorite of one of our guests, a former Tacoma resident. The Pacific Rim meets Northwest inspired menu was full of diverse selections and the decor and service were very upscale. I enjoyed everything I ate, from the Mongolian Noodles to the Princess Prawns (my pick, naturally) to the Seven Flavors Beef to the potstickers. Their signature duck with sticky buns was our guest's favorite, but I'm not a duck fan so I opted out. We also had an excellent Pinot Noir from Dundee Hills, an appellation of Oregon's Willamette Valley.

And then there was Sunday, which was one of the saddest disappointments of my dining experience in a long time. I had been dying to try a local neigborhood trattoria and being Italian, long for good "old country" food within walking distance when I'm too lazy to cook it myself. We took our guests to Sorrentino at the top of Queen Anne. Oh, but how I wanted to love this restaurant. It was festively decorated, we were greeted warmly at the door and they could seat us immediately. This should have been our first sign. The place was deserted. But hey, everyone has bad days. They were even chatting in Italian at the bar! I found my people! But net-net: the Caesar salad was drenched in dressing, the Bufalo Mozzarella pizza was soggy and wet (yes, as the waiter pointed out this is the finest mozzarella and holds more water. But last time I checked, pizza is not supposed to be wet, so here's a hint: USE LESS!) and my friend's ravioli was so much an overly salty, slathering sauce mess that she couldn't eat it. And she had skipped lunch so she was very hungry. Yikes. I have to say my prawn and fettucine entree was very good, but when all your dining companions are unhappy, it is hard to love a place. I was so, so sad this place turned out to be so bad. I hope they can turn things around, I really do. One way they could do this: when a guest takes the care and time to tell you they didn't like something, don't try to justify it. Learn from it. Sigh.....oh, and lose the Italian hip-hop you have playing: it ruins the ambience you've worked so hard to create with the decor. Sigh again.....is Gordon Ramsay free for some tough love? The UK not the US version, FYI.

A Night to Remember

I had a night on Saturday that changes your life. A night so charming, sophisticated and close to perfection as to make you just appreciate being alive, healthy and surrounded by friends and the one you love.

Saturday night, my husband and our friends had dinner at Canlis.

I must admit, I had never heard of the spot and when passing by it in recent weeks, saw the abstract stone signage and thought it was the entrance to a "lifestyle" condo complex. Shame on me. Canlis is well-known in bon vivant circles and has had no shortage of distinctions bestowed on it: Gourmet Magazine Top 50 Restaurants in America - #19; 2006 The Wine Spectator “Grand Award” 1997; 2007 James Beard Foundation “Nomination for Outstanding Service” 2003, 2007....the list goes on and can be found on their site. It's also a haven for celebrities and dignitaries as they breeze through town.

My favorite hotel chain is the Ritz Carlton because when I walk in, I feel equally at home and treated like royalty. And Canlis delivered a similar experience. No detail was spared - each and every staff member worked in concert in a glorious symphony to make your dining experience unforgettable. We were greeted upon entering with stunning views of Seattle at night, over the darkness of Lake Union. It felt a bit like a high-end, sophisticated mountain retreat- only the most urbanly sophisticated touches of wood, rustic decor, and artwork made the place feel like a Northwest hidden getaway of the highest caliber. I hear tale that they have a unique ticketless valet service headed by someone who has worked there for years. They just escort you in and take your car and it miraculously greets you on the way out. And they've never lost a vehicle. Talk about feeling like a regular.

There is way too much perfection on the menu to even attempt to do it justice. I had lamb chops served with Israeli couscous which was "wrapped" in Swiss chard, Oregon blue cheese and bathed in pancetta lamb jus that was done to perfection, the bold flavors coming together as one balanced piece; one of our party dove into the Muscovy Duck Breast served with butternut squash ragout, sage brown butter and aged balsamic and savored every bite, and even the Alaskan Halibut was exquisite. But the tenderloin.....ooooooh, the tenderloin......

Friends....the lot of us have eaten at our share of 5-star restaurants all over the world. One of our companions had just dined at Chicago's Tru a few days before. But this was different. We all concurred this was the BEST piece of meat ever to pass our lips...I mean, EVER....I mean, no, really, "Ever." When we saw it on the menu, I told my husband to go big and order this $70 ticket to paradise. We were out celebrating both my and my friend's birthdays so why not go big?

Here is the description from the menu: "Wagyu Tenderloin - Seattle's most exclusive steak, Kobe-style beef, naturally raised from Japanese sires and Angus cows, a higher quality than prime Tenderloin." It is often said that perfection is simply stated and true regality is carried forth effortlessly. This somewhat effortless description fits that bill. If you ever in your life get the chance to taste true (not imitation) Kobe-style Wagyu, don't ask questions - just do it.

We washed all of these morsels down with a Waters Syrah from Walla Walla, Washington. On a wine list full of delights, this was not only a featured recommendation but insanely reasonably priced. Reason? They had just started carrying it and were trying it out. Next year, we were warned, the prices would most likely increase since it was so good. Versatile and berrylicious, it went with all our different cuts of meat and the seafood entree.

The boys rounded out our gastronomic joy ride with a Whisky club tasting served by none other than Mark Canlis himself. This private club is members only and through some charm and moxie (and the fact that my husband is Scottish) we were allowed to look at the secret club Whisky menu. They chose the Highland Park Lunar Bottling 18 1/2 year old. Mark Canlis graciously chatted at length with us about their Scotches and how his brother is a minister in the Church of Scotland and has lived over there for years. To cap off the evening, we were invited to take a tour of the restaurant and saw their wonderful private party rooms, old photographs and other goodies. By the time we got back to the foyer, our coats were waiting as well as our taxi. Not much more I can say except nights like this are wonderful opportunities to savor all the blessing you have - and the fact that you have the means to enjoy such a wonderful meal, with such a dramatic view, with such laughter and good conversation. When can I go back?!

Tom Douglas, I Adore Thee

A month into being a Seattleite and I think I have found a new god. Tom Douglas. Every city has it's chef and restauranteur of note, and I can't believe I found one so quickly (although I know there are more out there in the Emerald City and I shall find you, oh yes, I shall.....)

We had already hit the Palace Kitchen a few weeks ago for lovely cocktails and gourmet comfort food. And I got a crush. But now that we've had our second date at Dahlia Lounge, I really think this could go somewhere. Amongst lush purple and red fabrics, amber lighting and plush booths, Dahlia dishes out Asian and Indian-inspired cuisine with a touch of whimsy.

We attended with a group of friends and it was a great place to bring an out-of-towner since it was bit adventurous, but also somewhat classic. Dahlia offers little tastes from the sea bar - 2 to 3 bite portions of their aquatic lovelies, and we sampled the Dungeness crab, chili paste, tempura crispies. It was refined with a bit of punch and went down very smoothly. Just the right consistency for crab meat. In addition, we tried the shrimp and scallion potstickers with black vinegar and soy dipping sauce - perfectly golden brown cripsy without being too overdone or greasy. And a good bite of shrimp - no wimps here. Finally, we rounded out appys with the curried vegetable samosas, served with three toppings: avocado with jicama, honey mango, and cilantro yogurt. These were just lovely. Sample all three toppings with a single bite and you are in prime Indian food heaven.

Our entrees spanned from sauteéd Alaskan halibut with Full Circle Farm cranberry beans, warm string bean salad, bacon, tomato vinegar (devine, light, and sauteed to a lovely golden brown) to the Washington beef strip loin, served with buttered sweet corn, pickled peppers, Beechers cheddar dumplings, grilled scallions. We had seafood lovers and haters at the table and Dahlia was a great choice. They did both exquisitely well with lots of creativity but not too much weirdness. I felt like this was a great example of the culinary creativity that exists on the Seattle food scene. I described it recently to someone as a town that is not content to be a copycat food city like NY or SF but to carve out it's own niche to delight it's bold, eager denizens.

Can't wait to eat my way through the other Douglas establishments. Bring it!

Tapas to Tango

This weekend brought more culinary exploration. Hubbie and I tucked into a Friday night dinner at Tango, at the foot of Capitol Hill (click on their website with the sound up just to get a litle dose of Ritmo Latino). This hot tapas spot was recommended via a food writer friend of a beloved food writer friend and was touted as "better tapas than Zarzuela's" in SF's Russian Hill area. Which, by the way, if you have not been and live in the San Fran Bay Area, log off and run like the wind. So I thought it best to check out this claim for myself.

Stunning modern glass architectural windows, exposed brick and iron accessories warm up what could be a very cold industrial space. It's like quaint Spanish taverna meets Dwell. Although the Seattle Metro Magazine's describing it as "Antonio Banderas' bedroom" frightens me. We had a reservation via Open Table but went much earlier due to my need for a Friday evening cocktail. The host was amiable and tried to seat us early, so we killed time at the bar and ordered a Queso Fundido, which was a delicious fondue blend of baked Majon and Idiazabel cheeses with herbs, smoked venison sausage, apples, crostini. I was surprised by how much I liked the venison sausage: spicy and dense, it was lovely. While the cheese was delicious, it was a tad on the greasy side.

The place was jumping but then cleared out after we got seated for dinner - must be a theatre crowd. But it still had plenty of buzz to make for an enjoyable night out. We tucked into the Ensalada Verde, which consisted of organic mixed greens, tomato, grilled hearts of palm, topped by a lemon-pumpkin seed vinaigrette. It was delicious. We had ordered a salad with heirloom tomatoes, which we thought was odd to still be on the menu this late in the year and, sure enough, they were out of it.

I dove into three Oysters del Mercado, a selection of Northwest oysters, which I have to say tasted a bit fishy to me and were drowned in salt. But we very much enjoyed our Croquetas de Papas, which were Crispy horseradish-potato croquettes served alongside smoked tomato jam, and Cotija cheese. MmmMMM! This is what Tater Tots want to be when they grow up and inherit large sums of money. These were so delicately crispy on the outside and supple on the inside....delish.

The main dish was the Puerco Asado: Marinated grilled pork loin served with hot berry compota, roasted corn and mashed yams. Oh my gosh, this was gorgeous. Perfectly grilled and moist, the jammy berry topping made it melt in your mouth. Wonderful dish. We cleaned the plate.

I tried a Spanish Red Wine special Tempranillo which was good, but grabbed me by the shoulders and shoved me a round a little bit. Too strong for an appetizer choice. For dinner, I had the Rioja (not sure which one) and it was just the right choice for our pork dish. And for dessert? I opted for the Valencia Canutos: Orange spiked cannolis filled with espresso mousse and served with fun chocolate dipped candied orangettes. If only I had paired with with a lovely brut champagne, it would have been perfect. This was delicious and "light" if you can use that word to describe a decadent dessert.

The tapas were all good sizes meant for realistic sharing. I didn't get the chance to sample the impressive cheeses or ceviche, but I have not been to a restaurant for a while where there were too many options I wanted to try, so this was a good thing. While not quite as up to snuff as Zarzuela's, it held it's own quite well and was a perfect out on the town dinner spot. A return visit to Tango to try the other delights is definitely in order for this tiny dancer.

I'd Love to Have a Seat

Being a stranger in a strange land requires one to be adventurous, curious, and eager to learn. But most of all, it requires moxie. As a Seattle newcomer, I can't wait around for people to come find me - I have to make the first move.

And with that in mind, I arranged to meet a friend of a friend on a "blind friend date" of sorts at a lovely spot she recommended, The Sitting Room. This casual bar/cafe feels like it got swept up in Dorothy's cyclone from Paris or Prague and landed right here in lower Queen Anne. Amber-red lighting, random art and bric-a-brac, and an array of both wooden bistro tables and comfy wing chairs set the stage for one of the best places I can think of for meeting up with friends - and actually being able to hear each other talk.


The Sitting Room is located right next to On the Boards, which boasts visionary and comtemporary artistic performances; thus, a stream of both artistic and neigborhood folks create a relaxed vibe that is not a pick up scene, nor a snoozefest. It just felt good to there. One of those places where you immediately feel comfortable bellying up to the bar, even if you are alone and waiting for someone you've never met before.


I was not feeling particularly beverage bold, so I ordered a Grey Goose and Tonic (my standard) and it was served with love and an adorable lime twist. They also offer some specialty cocktails made with goodies like cucumber and pomegranate that sounded refreshing and intriguing I was feeling a bit peckish, as my Scottish husband would say, so I opted for the bruschetta special of chevre and mision figs, drizzled with a red wine reduction and topped with walnuts. It was lovely and the bread was just crispy enough to hold the chevre without wounding the roof of your mouth. The Sitting Room also offers a full menu for those who don't want to leave this oasis after Happy Hour. I could easily whittle away a Friday or Saturday night with friends here, especially ones who might be visiting and require extensive quality catch-up time.


The new friend I made is a theatre compadre who grew up with a fellow actor I knew in SF. She is heavily involved with Annex Theatre and they are in the midst of a unique production called "I Feel Fine" running until November 10. It is a collaborative performance collage centered around a party at the end of the world. View the production pics on their site - looks like quite the colorful apocalyptic party!

High-Tech Cat Fight? Yee Ha, Party Like it's 1999!

Readers, allow me to exchange my sassy hat for my marketing hat once again, as I am wont (or is it 'want'?) to do. The past few weeks in the glam life of enterprise software has been like the Great Land Grab of the 1800's. Aside from numerous acquisitions that have occured in drips and drabs the past year, most recently SAP buys Business Objects for $6.8 Billion to take out the largest independent Business Intelligence play. Oracle responds by bidding $6.7 for BEA to further imprison their customers with a middleware story - and gets rejected by them, even though major stockholder and puppet master Carl Icahn wants this baby to sell (how will this one end?) And SAP still has bullets left in its holster to make a bid for Yasu, a little known business rules engine player. For the down-lo on the first two, just catch the more entertaining round up here at my beloved Performance Guys site.

Paris and Nicole. Britney and Christina. Angelina and Jen. Facebook and MySpace. Larry and...everyone not named Carl? Kids, grab your popcorn and cherry Icee, sit back and enjoy the catfights. But what does it all mean?

One, it means major consolidation of enterprise software categories. The past few years have seen big league ERP vendors meld with CRM vendors meld with Database vendors to provide uber-infrastuctures that address substantial components of the technology stack. With dollars behind them, these "borgs" just keep getting bigger and bigger by acquiring ready-made customer bases. I won't pretend to go into all the techno-babble about EAI, ESB, CPM, etc. Dashboards, analytics, process management, and performance management are the belles of the ball these days - which is good for my company, BPM leader Savvion. Suffice it to say, these gigantors like Oracle, IBM, SAP, etc. want to eventually own your company's entire stack.

Two, it means major shifts in what is considered innovative, nice to have vs. critical business systems. Customers are now demanding more sophistication and agility around their technology infrastructure to meet real business objectives for real business people.

Three (and my favorite), it means major "Melrose Place"-style drama is back in Silicon Valley, baby, YEAH! Who will be left standing? In my opinion, this coincides nicely with the new micro-bubble that has been brewing in the Valley after the long, slow hangover recovery from the dot.com bust. The Tums have kicked in and, even though you said you'd never do it again, it's time to re-commence drinking!

Tons of little start-ups have popped up again, trying to capitalize on Web 2.0, social networking, user generated content (insert favorite buzzword here). Don't believe me? Check out my friend Sean's company Stirr: : a network to hook up entrepreneurs with VC funders and other resources in the Bay Area. Here's a list of alumni presenters - haven't seen company names like those since 1999. Party. Of course, right on this upswing, I have to move to Seattle but that's for another post. Anyway, the void created by the big guys gobbling each other up, means another vaccum of innovation and bleeding-edge technology, which means - hello, Stirr. The field is once again prime for planting after years of laying dormant since our beloved Pets.com's Sock Puppet died.... Ah, the circle of life.

For those of you who are like, "What the...?" maybe this will help you relate: Checking out Yahoo! Finance each day has become just as exciting for me these days as guiltily indulging in Us Magazine at the nail salon.

What, what is that flutter in my chest? Oh, I giddily feel the bubble growing in the streets once again in the Valley. Time for the gloves to come off, ladies and gentlemen. It's dark, back corner booth wheeling and dealing time. It's business plans over seared ahi at Sushi Groove SOMA. It's launch party come-backs at Vessel or Swig, complete with scandalous drunken hookups. It's beer Friday's, exposed brick office lofts, and Herman Miller Aeron chairs. It's daily catered lunches of curry, pasta and weird lo meins for developers who never see natural light for days on end. And most of all - could it be? What is that? Is that a lavishly produced, way too expensive, blow the entire marketing budget Super Bowl ad I see on the horizon?! Tune in to see who will make the next move. Meow!

Great Pub Food with Man's Best Friend

Getting into this casual, rainy Autumn vibe that is Seattle is agreeing with me. Last night, my hubbie and I did the nice little 10 minute walk to Fremont so he could show me Norm's Eatery and Alehouse. We were greeted by a friendly barman, and guests drinking and chatting with their dogs in tow. Yes, Norm's allows you to bring your dogs which is a plus for this neighborhood. I'm sure we will appreciate this much more after we get a dog (still contemplating which breed but leaning heavily toward a rescue mutt for kindness reasons) but really, people were very disciplined with their little friends. No running around barking, no snatching of food dropping off other people's tables. It was quite amusing- as I looked around, it was like being in a coffee shop with a bunch of moms and newborns. Some were holding their dogs on their laps, others were fussing with their dogs on the floor, while others cooed over their friends companions. And the dogs were a lot less tantrum-prone than babies so I say, "Bring 'em on!"

The decor was funky, full of canine inspired art - of every breed. Everything from vintage posters, to cartoons, to lifelike statues of Golden Retrievers filling every wall and crevice. I assumed Norm was the name of the founder's dog and I think an Internet search has confirmed this.

Our casual Tuesday night meal was just delicious for bar food. We split the side Ale House Salad, topped with hazelnuts, gorgonzola, crispy onions and a Sherry vinaigrette. Just lovely. I'm very picky about pub salads, as sometimes they contain waxy bagged lettuce but this was fresh, crisp and sophisticated. I then dove into the Panko-crusted fish and chips with some of the most perfect fries I've ever had. Exactly the right crispness and seasoned with something wonderful. Mmmmm.

My husband had an avocado burger and said it was really good. I tend to judge pub food by the burger standard and he said it fit the bill. The Oktoberfest I washed everything down with was smooth and not too heavy - a nice compliment to the fish. Coming from someone who does not normally drink beer, this is high praise.

The place was not that full, which was nice and it didn't seem too cold because of it. I've read posts on Yelp that said it is a pain when crowded. But for us, it was the perfect weeknight respite and I found the staff to be very friendly. Overall, when we do finally get a dog, I think we'll be stopping into Norm's more often.

Brick Walls: The Ultimate Sorter for Life

Randy Pausch is a computer science and virtual reality professor at Carnegie Mellon and gave one of the most amazing lectures I've ever seen. It's chock full of golden nuggets to remember in our work and personal lives. Randy, who pioneered an experiential Master's program for entertainment technology, delivers a lecture on achieving your childhood dreams - it is also the last lecture he is giving, as he has been diagnosed with 3-6 months to live. It's not sappy at all - this guy is fearless - but it is an amazing collection of stories and lessons told by a very funny and gifted storyteller.

The energy, humor, rock-solid advice for working with and leading people, and poignancy of this lecture is great. One of my many favorite lessons is that brick walls exist in life to separate the people who want something really, really badly from those who will only half-heartedly make an attempt. I love this idea and, as you probably can, can think of 100 different ways this has been true for me.

The lecture video is in 4 parts, each about 18 min long, so you may have to come back to it or run it in the background. Randy also has links to video and transcript on his home page. And there are parts that go into innovative courses he helped create at CMU. But I promise it is worth it since each part has some amazing stories and lessons from which we could all stand to learn. How's this for a little Friday inspiration?!

Thank you Randy - for touching so many people with one speech. I know it was meant for your kids, but if there was ever any doubt to the legacy you will be leaving, which is already full to the brim with contributions to your students and to the world - have no fear. You have made a difference.

Sofaless in Seattle

Hello from the Pacific Northwest! Guess what? It's raining. No, really.

I'm excited to finally be in Seattle after months of anticipation. I'm less excited about the move in process. Everything went swimmingly, except for the sofa which would not make the turn into the living room. So it needs to be rigged over our balcony (thank god we have one). For now, it's resting comfortably in our garage. Should get moved today.

I'm embarking on a new adventure of working from home and also being completely carless. While this did not phase me at all in SF, right now, I have no idea where anything is or the bus schedule. But I did find an adorable coffee "hut" 2 blocks away with a barista who knows everyone's name and drink selection. And I walked to Fremont for lunch yesterday and found Baja Fresh and the grocery store. Little steps, little steps.

We're so looking forward to discovering all the new places to eat, drink and play around our new city. It smells like autumn here, with the trees starting to turn, the lush dampness on the ground, and the crisp chill in the air. We've already discovered a great Sushi/Japanese spot in Queen Anne. More to explore as the weeks and month progress.

Gladiator 2: The 2007 Emmy Awards

Last night, I actually stayed up until the second to last award of the 2007 Primetime Emmys and then just couldn't do it, as it was running over. I don't usually watch the whole thing end to end - I even indulged this year in the E! Red Carpet special, which I usually need to turn off within 5 minutes or risk vomiting. My friend Melanie's post-award emails on all things awards and fashion (which I would link to if she'd ever put up a blog!) usually do the round-up much better, thank you very much. E! Executives: if for some ungodly reason you are reading this, you must hire this woman right away.

Or check out my friend Kate's scoop at BuzzSugar. She's totally plugged in but actually gets paid for it (sign me UP!)

For a bit of fun, here are some of my own observations on the big event, in no specific order:

1) Overall, I liked that they tried to do something different and I loved the minimal set, but I was not a fan of the round. Presenters coming up from the audience to do their bit? It was like watching a game show. I thought the folding chairs and that aspect didn't give the awards show the glam and poshness I kind of like. But again, applaud them trying to do something different - just felt like I was watching The Weakest Link or something. It was also reminiscent of the Roman Colosseum, so I was just waiting for them to start feeding losing nominees to the lions in an entertaining bloodbath. A bit too Gladiator for my taste.

2) I love, love, love Tina Fey. She's funny, smart, a real woman, not overly glam, still hot, in my age range, and a talented writer. She is one of my idols even though I don't get to watch 30 Rock as much as I'd like (BTW, I laughed out loud at the clip they showed for 30 Rock where she sees Alec Bladwin in a tux and comments about why he's so dressed up, to which he replies, "It's after 6. What am I, a farmer?" Classic.)

3) I used to like Mary-Louise Parker. Until I heard her speak. I think she's hitting some of those drugs she's selling on Weeds or she's just an airheard. Giuliana Rancic on E! was asking her what secrets she had under her dress, meaning how did it fit her so well. MLP was just not getting it, and G had to explain it like 5 times until even she was like, "Well, I was just saying you are very lucky." It was painful. Still, I love watching her in almost anything.

4) I never watch Til Death, but I have to say, I liked Joely Fisher in the yellow Pamela Rolland gown. I thought it looked very pretty. And did you see her faux-jewel encrusted heels? Meow! I would love to go glam pairing those with a pair of dark jeans and a strapless top.

5) Katherine Heigl is just.....perfection. She's talented, beautiful, seemingly nice and polite. She was stunning in that Zac Posen. And as a person who lived with a complex maiden name for many years, I was very impressed with her correcting her name. I mean, come on. Did the announcer not check these things? I'm glad she corrected it so when her nomination came up, they were ready. There is nothing worse then being recogized and someone mis-pronouncing your name. It's extremely disrespectful. So kudos to her.

6) Ali Larter is hot. Has to be said.

7) Both Steve Carell's and Steven Colbert's wives looked fantastic. Good for them. I just love those guys.

8) Robert Duvall is a national treasure and I adore his work. However, he should not be allowed in front of a mike again. I know he's older but he rambled so often, interspersed with glimpses of something profound. It was just painful.

9) I've never watched Brothers and Sisters, but did they really give Sally the award b/c she's the best, or just b/c she's Sally Field? I thought there were better nominees who were more deserving on that one.

10) Ellen Pompeo: was she caught in a wind tunnel? That was absolutely tragic and I would have never paid for that do. Methinks she didn't seem quite nuts about it either, but had to get going or risk being late. But maybe I was just projecting. For such a great actress and a cutie to boot, she is consistently a hair disaster. Why is this? It's not that hard - even a $25 blow out would have looked better.

11) I found myself really enjoying Ryan Seacrest as host in spite of myself. He knew his limitations, but he was well spoken, prepared, and I think one of the only people who could have done well with the theatre-in-the-round set design. He did not seem nervous and I was glad for that. When the host seems nervous, I get nervous for them and it's like waiting to watch a train wreck. Not fun.

12) I've always thought all of the Desperate Housewives are way too skinny and gaunt. They ALL have concave chests and appear a bit too skeletal for my taste (except for Eva, who is a bit curvier). They look like they are on a gin and cigarettes diet or something. Beauty over 40 does not have to mean starvation, ladies. Please. Call Helen Mirren or Glenn Close if you need some advice.

13) There is always a fine balance between just doing all the awards back to back, vs. having too many filler numbers. I thought it took a bit too long to get to the awards at the start, but maybe that is because I hate Ray Romano. But give me more of Carell, Stewart, and Colbert any day. I would love to spend a road trip with those guys, they are hysterically good fun.

14) Can't wait to check out Current.com but am I the only one who gets the irony of Al Gore helping to launch an internet channel devoted to the freedom of personal expression among young filmmakers when his wife Tipper tried to censor "questionable" music and TV content or something at a government level when he was first VP? Does anyone else remember her doing this? I applaud what he's doing, but still.....what short memories we all have. But I do respect a lot of what he's done for the environment and I love how Al can laugh at himself - I was hoping he would make some crack about "Well, ok, maybe I didn't invent the internet after all, but I swear, I helped invent this channel!" Oh well....

15) I like that Kristin chick from E! who did the Red Carpet. She's actually smart and quick on her feet, which is what that role needs. I could see hanging out with her. She seemed genuinely interested in the folks she was interviewing, while Giuliana Rancic has some awkward pauses and could not banter with them quite as well.

16) I am coveting Sandra Oh's Bottega Veneta body hugging black strapless number with the tulle bustline trim. I'm also coveting an occasion to wear it.

A Lunchtime Visit to Provence

I've been here in SF eight years, and just stumbled upon the cutest hidden gem: historic South Park. I always knew the general area, but when a friend invited me to lunch on South Park Street I actually turned left off of 3rd Street to an area that could have been somewhere in Europe.

South Park Street is a crowded loop of a street that encircles a small grassy park and playground, with nestled houses and cafes dotting the entire circle. Our destination? The Butler and the Chef, an homage to every countryside French bistro ever in existence. Old road signs dot the walls, enamel bistro tables out front, vintage French travel posters for menu covers, the whole nine yards. Their motto: Our food is simple, yet epicurean. Where has this place been all my life?!

They have all the classics you want and need. French Onion soup, quiche of the day, crepes, duck confit, croque monsiers...I could go on and on. They even carry a selection of baguette sandwiches, such as the Parisien with Niman Ranch ham, french butter and cornichons (sort of like tiny gherkins). High cholesterol never looked so good.

My friend and I both opted for Croque Mademoiselle - a twist on the old favorite with baked smoked turkey instead of ham, and emmenthal cheese on organic whitebread with crème fraîche and cornichons. We went nuts and said yes to the tomato upgrade, which was a hearty slice of heirloom tomato rested on the sandwich, sprinkled with herbs de provence. The sandwiches are served with a side of mixed green salad dancing in a light vinaigrette and in some cases, a cup of soup.

My sandwich was perfectly toasted to a golden-brown crunchiness, the crème fraîche and cheese melted oh-so-perfectly and the sour crunchiness of the cornichons in between bites broke it all up. It was just......yum.

Adding to the charm, the friendly French chef came out and chatted us up, and even showed us some lovely heirloom tomatoes from the kitchen. They were gorgeous and plump, in shades of red-orange and yellow-white.

TBATC also offers a variety of daily-baked breads and pastries, and most everything in the place is made from 100% organic, all natural ingredients. Even your bill comes with a tasty treat: bite-sized chocolate truffles. To make you feel even better about your future heart attack, the restaurant is very community-minded and eco-friendly. They are a certified San Francisco Green Business (whatever that means) and also support a wide array of charities and causes.

I wish I had more time to check this place out for dinner and I assume the wine list is killer, but that might have to wait for my first visit as an out-of-towner!

Zombies, Divas, and Curlers....Oh My!

Another blatant plug for our upcoming show, "Aaah! Rosebud!" opening on August 23. Check out this kick-ass article from this weekend's SF Chronicle. Helps to know people in high places (thanks Peter!)If you haven't bought tickets, do so ASAP, as the theatre is way small.

The show is coming together and it's been a fun ride. I had to overcome a stage fear that has haunted me since the 8th grade: singing a solo off key. And let me tell you, it's been really good for me (she says, before she actually has done it before a live audience). Let me take you back to Worthington, Ohio circa 1986 and a rousing production of "Sound of Music" in which I got the lovely role of Brigitta (affectionately known as the Von Trapp who gets her butt smacked with a book for being late to the line up.) We had 16 kids in our version, since they would often write in parts so more kids in our very large middle school could participate. The ridiculousness of this was lost on us, but not on our parents who were like, "16 kids?! Good Lord."

In the "So Long, Farewell" number, I was given a one line solo: "I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie." Simple, short, sweet. I was in church choir and school choir so I thought it would be no big deal. And I had in nailed in rehearsals. Well.....there I am, in the big parent evening performance. I step up to the mike to face my moment in the sun. And at the top of my lungs, with the best singing breath I can muster, I sign off key right into the mike. No place to hide, no where to run. I knew it while it was happening. It was awful.

Since then, I've sung in numerous choirs and I can belt out an on-key, pitch perfect song by myself...when I'm by myself. The minute I get in front of people of any quantity to do a solo, my music ear gets thrown out the window and I can't carry a tune.

So this role of Esther, the aspiring (but horribly skilled) diva is a great achievement for me. I had no idea I'd be doing a solo when I got cast, and that was probably for the better! The fact that I've been able to belt out my song in front of the cast alone is a huge step. Now the real test comes next Thursday night. Luckily, I don't have to be great so it goes with the character. But I am glad to have this chance to overcome one of my biggest fears - and have fun doing it! Won't you come out and support me?!

I'm a Grown Up! How The Heck Did That Happen?

Our past weekend was spent house hunting in Seattle. And even though I squeezed in some culinary adventures at Fremont's El Camino and Madison Valley's Harvest Vine (thanks to our outstanding realtor Ron for the recco!), our time was spent dealing with such fun items as: square footage, upgrades, gas or electric stoves, resale value, mortgage good faith estimates, loan points, origination fees, earnest money, disclosures, days on the market, rate lock-ins, escrow.......good God, I can't go on anymore. Someone get me a margarita and more of those yummy plantains.

We officially crossed some mythical line in the past 2 weeks. The line where age does not necessarily force your crossing, but life circumstances do. We are buying a home. And, just like getting married over a year ago, it's a line people cross every day all over the world, but when it happens to YOU, you feel like you've been granted access to some secret society. A society where you are now cognizant of the fact that there are "things" behind those walls that you don't understand but for which you are legally responsible (shiver).

Many of my friends in the Midwest - where housing is affordable and does not require you to donate organs or first-borns - crossed this threshold long ago. Some of them even before they got married. And to them I say, "Kudos to you for going through this process when you were so young!" It's scary, dammit!

But we embarked on this journey for a reason and we are very glad of it. I just weep a little inside feeling like another part of my carefree child-like outlook is slipping away as the man behind the curtain of adulthood reveals himself once more. God, our parents made things look so easy, didn't they?

Hmmmm.........on second thought, no way! I'm not going out without a fight. Bring me another purple hooter shot and let's watch some college sports!!! And if we get too loud or trash the place, at least the only people who can yell at us is, well, US.

Seattle Bound

Yes, loyal Red Slice readers (my mom, Carrie, Angela, Peter Finch....) it's true. The Red Slice is moving north to Seattle. After 8 wonderfully crazy, happy, nutty years in the Bay Area, I am leaving my heart and taking the rest of me to the Emerald City. My husband and I are very excited by the new adventure and all that it entails - including exploring a whole new variety of restaurants, bars, wineries, and farmers markets.

No one can ever really say they've done everything there is to be done in SF (if you can, you are lying) and the friends who have left before me did so with a few uncrossed items on their "Must Do Before I Leave" list. I'm sure I will as well. But what does my list even look like? Hmmmmm....

• Final meal at Gary Danko
• Drinks at Top of the Mark
• Legion of Honor museum
• Wine at CAV
• Delfina
• Farina (fairly new)
• Last dinner at Ristorante Parma (where we had our first date)
• TBD....any suggestions are appreciated!

I have been so busy lately with my new play, just wrapping a student short film, mortgage/househunting, and work, I really haven't had time to think about this. It seems so "final" like I will never come back again. And that is truly not the case. My job is still based here and more importantly, so are good friends. With a less than 2 hour plane ride, there really is no excuse.

What I like about "the list" is that I can even have one. I'm glad I felt I lived life to the fullest here and STILL did not get to everything I wanted to do. That's a city I can get on board with: one where you never stop making discoveries, never get bored, and constantly feel like you are learning new things.

If that's the case, I have a feeling I'm really going to love Seattle!