Ahh. It's Sunday again, the day of rest. I'm off very soon to meet Emily and Nan at Cafeteria, a little restaurant that was pretty trendy a couple of years ago (you can see it on an old episode of Sex and the City) for brunch. And then I'll probably come back home and take a nap until Steve gets out of work.
Friday night was rather interesting. Shania Twain had dinner in our wine cellar, and I spoke (extremely briefly) with Donald Trump on the phone. I believe they were filming an episode of the Apprentice, as there were cameras all over the wine cellar and I had to be extremely quiet when I walked to the locker room.
The highlight of my Friday night, however, was not Shania or Donald, but getting to actually walk into Daniel (pronounced with a strong french accent). All three of our chefs (Chef Neil, the executive chef, our chef de cuisine, Scott, and sous chef Levi) came from Daniel and I had to go return a rather large silver platter that we had borrowed. I only walked through the lounge/bar to the front desk, but the atmosphere was amazing. The predominately warm red palette, the warm slightly floral scent that greets you at the front door, it was all very gentle, amazingly sophisticated, elegent, but not ostentatious or oppressive. My new life goal is to someday eat there. At a small not terrible table in the back. I was giddy.
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I talked to Ern, we both decided we never actually went to NYC, rather a place you invented without famous people just so when we left there you could shove it in our faces that you saw famousness :)
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