[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: March 31, 2008]
Take the rough with the smooth. A diary of what I did and ate ten years ago must follow a pre-ordained path. If it's back to St Paul, Minnesota, and god knows how many dinners at the St Paul Grill, so be it.
Either that, or shut up shop until something more interesting happens.
With late William Burroughs - The Western Lands - to keep me company, I holed up at the St Paul Hotel again, and worked through the following menus:
Green salad;honey roast (no!) brisket on colcannon (Irish mash with cabbage).
Shrimp with horseradish sauce (ay!); braised veal shank; and a dessert called "turtle pie" (?).
Crabcake; salmon with BBQ sauce (!).
Bluepoint oysters; mahi mahi over squash.
Shrimp cocktail; sirloin, fries.
And in the middle of that sequence, I actually ducked home for a couple of days. Didn't do much better in New York, though. The okay Bricco, a little neighborhood Italian near by 57th street apartment. The never great Cité, which some colleagues used to like for its bottomless wine dinner. The poor Delta Bar & Grill, a Hell's Kitchen mockery of a New Orleans restaurant which served its oyster po'boy with waffle fries and sweet potato fries. Hmm.
Not over yet: next week I head into Minneapolis for a rather better meal. Be patient. And the sun will one day shine.
