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    Aug 19, 2008 8:32 PM GMT
    zdrew saidSometimes I don't know whether to laugh, cry, hurl the laptop across the office, or inject cocaine directly under my eyelid.



    The best response to most situations is a happy meeting of all the above. Oh, and wine. Copious amounts of wine.
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    Aug 19, 2008 8:37 PM GMT
    Oh, Colm, I miss you. Cheers, you old wino! icon_wink.gif
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    Aug 19, 2008 8:38 PM GMT
    Colm_ said
    zdrew saidSometimes I don't know whether to laugh, cry, hurl the laptop across the office, or inject cocaine directly under my eyelid.



    The best response to most situations is a happy meeting of all the above. Oh, and wine. Copious amounts of wine.


    What was that Colm? I'm having trouble reading your response on my cracked laptop screen through my cocaine-tears.
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    Aug 19, 2008 10:36 PM GMT
    OK, so I am lonely. I'll admit it. My boyfriend is in Germany, my friends are either on vacation or virtual, I have cleaned my apartment till my fingers are bleeding (literally), and I got into a bitch fight with some cat lady who brilliantly named herself after a mediocre font. Plus, it is London, fabulous but GRAY.

    So, tonight, I took myself to a Michelin Two Star Restaurant - The Capital (Review stuck on at the bottom of my post).

    Alright, this isn't in anyway unpatriotic!

    I sat down ready to enjoy myself (as much as one can while alone).

    There was a table of American douchebags just across from me (this can happen anywhere, and I suffered immensely from it while I live in New York and Los Angeles).

    There I sit in front of a nice glass of Champagne and a crab & scallop lasagna while the main douchebag is talking about the fact that he wants to buy a Dodge Charger so he can drive it on the beach next to his Malibu house (which I don't think is even possible but, who cares). His wife (a spent piece of jet-trash with more silicon than Dupont) is blathering on about 200,000 pound (i.e. 400,000 dollar shotguns). I am thinking I could take you out with a fifty-dollar Winchester bitch. Anyway, it is all really, really loud.

    This place is full of people from everywhere (including other Americans, including me - (being a flag waving Texan no less).

    My meal was great. The waitstaff (hilariously for a French restaurant) was all Italian and so we all were very wicked and gossipy in Italian.

    Why are these people so loud?

    Does this happen to you? In Manhattan I used to drive my boyfriend crazy asking to change tables twice during a meal - I just cannot tune it out. Does this happen to anyone else?

    Terry


    restaurant review

    "Tucked away behind Harrods and Pâtisserie Valerie (don’t get waylaid en route), this intimate dining room exudes class and calm. Furnishings add to the feel, with smooth pale maple-wood walls, duck-egg blue silk drapes, little pencil sketches dotted about and etched-glass panels blurring the edges of the world outside. An inviting bar is the setting for conversation and nibbles, to wind the appetite up or down. The Capital doesn’t shout about itself like most haute cuisine destinations. Chef Eric Chavot has been quietly making inroads on excellence here for years, so your fellow diners are likely to be locals, regulars and those in the know, rather than the followers of recommendations in weekend newspaper supplements. The whole experience is soothing and dignified, the staff kindly, the wine list tempting and the food luscious. Deftly presented and arranged with great skill, Chavot’s style of cooking is difficult to pigeonhole. Fine British ingredients and a dash of pioneer spirit are brought to bear on classical French foundations, and the result is an intriguing and hugely appealing set of menus. These might include dishes as diverse as honey-roasted duck with macaroni gratin and pear jelly, and lamb served with cumin jus and spicy couscous. Our starters – white bean velouté with chorizo ravioli; and scallops, black pudding and featherweight onion bhajis – were superb, unusual and too good to share across the table. Main courses of sea bass and a platter of pork served four ways were succulent, faultless and subtly flavoured with interesting spices. The day’s dessert of chocolate sponge, Baileys ice-cream and mascarpone was a more straightforward satisfaction. Be prepared to add the Capital to your list of favourites."
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    Aug 19, 2008 11:32 PM GMT
    Aw, hugs, Ursa. Strangely enough, coming to this site recently drives me to the same weird sense of desolation and despair over the inanity and insanity I see, only this place ain't no two-star even, lately. All the stars are either gone entirely or dimmed. Let's away and find a w(h)ine of truly good vintage to console ourselves!
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    Aug 19, 2008 11:47 PM GMT
    Ohh Z, YOU are a charmer. You know what you are ZDrew Threadgood, your just a bee-charmer. Just for you.....

    At words poetic, I'm so pathetic
    That I always have found it best,
    Instead of getting 'em off my chest,
    To let 'em rest unexpressed,
    I hate parading my serenading
    As I'll probably miss a bar,
    But if this ditty is not so pretty
    At least it'll tell you
    How great you are.

    You're the top!
    You're the Coliseum.
    You're the top!
    You're the Louver Museum.
    You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
    You're a Bendel bonnet,
    A Shakespeare's sonnet,
    You're Mickey Mouse.
    You're the Nile,
    You're the Tower of Pisa,
    You're the smile on the Mona Lisa
    I'm a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop,
    But if, baby, I'm the bottom you're the top!

    Your words poetic are not pathetic.
    On the other hand, babe, you shine,
    And I can feel after every line
    A thrill divine
    Down my spine.
    Now gifted humans like Vincent Youmans
    Might think that your song is bad,
    But I got a notion
    I'll second the motion
    And this is what I'm going to add;

    You're the top!
    You're Mahatma Gandhi.
    You're the top!
    You're Napoleon Brandy.
    You're the purple light
    Of a summer night in Spain,
    You're the National Gallery
    You're Garbo's salary,
    You're cellophane.
    You're sublime,
    You're turkey dinner,
    You're the time, the time of a Derby winner
    I'm a toy balloon that’s fated soon to pop
    But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
    You're the top!

    You're the top!
    You're an arrow collar
    You're the top!
    You're a Coolidge dollar,
    You're the nimble tread
    Of the feet of Fred Astaire,
    You're an O'Neill drama,

    You're Whistler's mama!

    You're camembert.

    You're a rose,
    You're Inferno's Dante,

    You're the nose
    On the great Durante.
    I'm just in a way,
    As the French would say, "de trop".
    But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
    You're the top!

    You're the top!
    You're a dance in Bali.
    You're the top!
    You're a hot tamale.
    You're an angel, you,
    Simply too, too, too diveen,
    You're a Boticcelli,
    You're Keats,
    You're Shelly!

    You're Ovaltine!
    You're a boom,
    You're the dam at Boulder,
    You're the moon,
    Over Mae West's shoulder,
    I'm the nominee of the G.O.P.

    Or GOP!

    But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
    You're the top!

    You're the top!
    You're a Waldorf salad.
    You're the top!
    You're a Berlin ballad.
    You're the boats that glide
    On the sleepy Zuider Zee,
    You're an old Dutch master,

    You're Lady Astor,
    You're broccoli!
    You're romance,
    You're the steppes of Russia,
    You're the pants, on a Roxy usher,
    I'm a broken doll, a fol-de-rol, a blop,

    But if, baby, I'm the bottom,
    You're the top!


    zdrew saidAw, hugs, Ursa. Strangely enough, coming to this site recently drives me to the same weird sense of desolation and despair over the inanity and insanity I see, only this place ain't no two-star even, lately. All the stars are either gone entirely or dimmed. Let's away and find a w(h)ine of truly good vintage to console ourselves!


    How about this, will it do?????

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    Much love,
    Terry
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    Aug 20, 2008 6:31 PM GMT
    Lets have a thread about twits on RJ icon_razz.gif

    OK, I'm one. Who should join this list icon_confused.gif