Well, they just opened the doors at Bellevue’s El Gaucho, where dinner service makes its debut in, oh, about 15 minutes. Too bad I’m leaving the office to head up I-5 and grill some lamb chops at home, when I could be driving across 520 to eat a honkin’ Gaucho steak and drink a classic martini. Oh well: there’s gin at home. And olives. And a cold martini glass in the freezer. And after dinner, maybe I’ll take some fresh fruit, and a hunk of blue cheese that’s hiding in the “dairy drawer” in my fridge, arrange it on a silver platter and make pretend.
November 25, 2008 at 4:48 PM