I Do A Headstand: Ten Years Ago

[Pink Pig Time Machine:  Wilfrid, December 5, 2016]

Well, it seems worth recording for posterity.  I've done few headstands since.  To say that gymnastics has played a small role in my life would be an understatement, but after an all day workshop mash-up of Feldenkrais and yoga back in November 2006, I was standing on my head like a pro.

No, I don't think I'll try it right now.  Any dining?

Yes, a horrible time at Lure Fishbar which took it off my list permanently.  Sure it was busy, and it's okay to be parked near the bar for a while.  But first up, if a busboy barges into someone and spills their drink, the thing to do is stop and apologize, not vamoose into the crowd.  Second, it's fine to make people settle their bar check because you can't or won't transfer it to the table, but how do you handle the situation when the bartender is so in the weeds that the check isn't forthcoming, while the host is jumping up and down trying to get diners seated?  It's not the diners' job to figure that out.

Then so-so food and bad wine.  As my diary says, "Bah!"

A big night out at MoMA in memory of Frank O'Hara, with readings by Alfred Leslie and John Ashbery, both born 1927, and both still with us today. At home I was cooking Dines Farms rabbits, roast with polenta and Condado de Haza 2000 Reserva; braised with turnips, fingerlings, and a wild mushroom sauce.  And a a 2003 Condado de Haza just for comparison. 

And to finish the week, a fascinating session on the aging of Spanish wines with the inestimable Helio at the Instituto Cervantes, then a late tasting menu at Degustation. My diary notes only the grilled langoustines, which I do remember. Fabulous.