Sunday, December 21, 2008

FALLING IN CHRISTMAS

The holidays are continuing and I am getting a little worn out by all the hoopla and shenanigans that are happenings around town. I've just been trying to enjoy the season as long as possible. The weather has finally cooled down and it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas.

I picked up a case of Heart O' the Mountain for some gifts to pass out at work and kiss a little manager ass while I'm at it. Everyone loved the wine again. They must have remembered the bottles from last year. Anyways, who wouldn't love the tastiest pinot noir this side of the sun.

So I sat down to start the weekend on Thursday night and started ordering a perfect one. Thursday was Mel's birthday and it was her day to have whatever. I took her to the Plumed Horse in Saratoga for a wonderful culinary getaway for two. I don't think either of us did anything but taste the wonderful dishes that poured onto our table all night. We started in the bar with a bottle of what is apparently a cult classic from South Africa - HAMILTON RUSSELL "Estate", Walker Bay 2005, I believe it was a 2005. Mel loves Chardonnay. Probably more than anyone I know. So it was to her pleasure that the restaurant only had 6 bottles of this stuff available. We took a third of there stock by the time the evening was over.

The wine cellar at Plumed Horse is two stories with 24,000+ bottles waiting for consumption
Everything was taken care of and there was never a waiter available - there were three ready at any moment to do anything for us. The lead steward new the birthday girl and advanced with a spectacular set up of dishes, tastings and service. Our carte du jour went something like this:

1st Tasting: Deep-fried Mozzarella Cheese balls

2nd Tasting: Thin puff pastry stuffed with cheese and chanterelles; chicken liver over brown bread crisp; deviled quail eggs with a oil/balsamic.

1st Dish: Half-dozen Kumamoto Oysters with a yuzu mignonette, and a smokey cocktail sauce.

3rd Tasting: A salmon tatar with a real light green sauce I am not very clear on the ingredients of but it was good. Trust me.

2nd Dish: The night's special - a creamy mushroom risotto and white truffle.

The White Truffle is the most sought after truffle and favorite of Chef Armellino. This gem of fungi is only found in select areas of Italy around Alba. This elusive truffle requires sniff dogs to locate them under the earth crust, or to be uprooted by bores. This unique offering from planet is roughly $1,000 per gram.

We had already had an assault of the senses. Everything seemed to have a story behind it. Back to that lead waiter - Mel recognized the guy from being a customer in the shop. His family actually owns and operates the Sarticious Distellery. How 'bout that, eh? Not just the food carried a background but so did the help. Style points to the proprietors.

Main Dishes: Wild Columbia River Sturgeon with mushroom strudel, beet & salsify salad and Monterey Red Abolone with pickled pumpkin, Blue Foot chicken confit, sherry wine jus (the chef bedazzled this entre with pumpkin done three ways- pickled, raw in a fruity/acidic sauce and then as a sauce for dipping. It was a great extra).

The wine tasted like I was throwing flakes of gold down my gullet. The mixtures of abalone/pumpkin, rizotto/truffle, wine/mel's eyes were almost too intoxicating. The atmosphere was spot on to the feelings and high favor we were treated to. And the dessert was a cap to the gastonomic display. I had asked to see a port menu and the gentleman kindly said,

"I'm sorry sir, we do not have a port menu, but I can bring out our port and sherry cart if you'd like."

Okay smart ass just bring me the apretif set up and tone it down a knotch. Kidding, I was astonished.

"Of course there is."

Next came a series of help that left us with fresh napkins, a cleared table, and a palate cleaning mango sorbet that was as enjoyable as it was refreshing - which is a good thing.

After learning of a few of the flavors on the cart, we settled on two:

1) A 20 year tawney port that is bottled in Italy and sent around the world in barrels so that the rocking of the waves can shake the booz and release its inner quality.

2) A East India Sherry that goes through the same treatment as above, but this vessel travels from Gibraltar to East India around the Cape where it is then bottled.

They were an amazing compliment to the Warm Valhrona Chocolate Fondant with creamy carmel and chocolate center.

We stayed until the dining hall was clear and then a bit longer to finish our wine. A quick tour of the wine cellar that hosted over 24,000 bottles left us feeling well taken care of and a little like royalty. The light rain outside was never so enjoyable.

Top Floor of the cellar
Friday was a close second. We reserved a few tables at CB's and had a few friends take over the bar for a big birthday bash. Mel looked beautiful and got a few whistles and wows on the walk from the house. Her girls - Chelli, Lori, Kat and Tracy were top knotchin it and I made sure she always had a glass of Cinnabar in her hand. It was a good night for pics and memorable for Mel.

The after party was great. Bonfire outback, dance party inside and crazyness all around us. Mel and Steph fell throught the Christmas Tree to cap of the early hours of the morning and we turned on the vision of sugar plums for the night.













I believe this is the last post until after Christmas. So to all a good Christmas and thanks to our families and friends we care so much about. Show them. Now it's back to reality. My car won't start, I have work tomorrow and I don't want to go outside and play.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I don't know where to begin. Recently, there has been a mental block that is stopping these wippity fingers from wrapping up and down this keyboard...but like any good athlete - play better with adversity.
I saw a commercial the other day that was all hyphy and features a skinny Santa that flew up a chimney to the roof top party then DJ'd a crowd. Now that's just wrong. Christmas is traditional, cultural, historical, and this year, unbelievable. It's Christ's Mas, weros! The dude. All robed out with big hair and a smooth presence...thanks for the holiday Christos. But seriously, no skinny Santas. Santa is fat.
And celebrate we did. It's all a bit foggy, but I think it started on a Thursday and carried through a Saturday and it had something to do with fun. According to the photos, you can see that we took some family portraits by the hearth...
After the shoot, we decided to go out and spread good cheer with the townies. So to get in the spirit, we took in some sushi and merriment. WoahMan, there is something in the air on the balcony at Kamakura 'cuz it always goes bonkers. It's a good thing we knew one of the 3 tables seated upstairs 'cuz otherwise there might have been a hissy-fit thrown somewhere. But since we did know a table, and made a small attempt to communicate with them, there was no way the other two groups or dates were going to say something about the display going on at table 9.

Upon exit from our raw refreshment. Marc accidentally left the front door open and a sourly bald Saxon thought better to slam the door and mumble vulgarities at us, rather than politely ask to close the door. This turned into 6 saucy 27's pointing and laughing at a 40+ while he gives us the bird... you know, the finger? oh I'm sorry, I hate it when it does that... Emil did the 40 a favor and went next door, purchase a sack of the sourest candies and plopped the bag down on the wastoids table. What an embarrassing rest of the meal he had. And how bout his date?

"Sorry 'bout yer dude."

So to the streets and a stream of holiday revelers...


Yep!...yep.

So there are no pictures from CB's. There's just not. But it wouldn't be complete with some wine events at the house. I mean, it is Christmas and all, so we should celebrate this blasted thing, right?

And as men, we wanted to celebrate...

I mean. That thang's good.


So it was a pretty good time, I have to say, you know? So We'll tie it up here and think about all the good times that we just through down.



And we went to the Oracle with Dono, JD, Tyler and myself...10th row...


Saw Souldja Boy...

Went to Berkeley, picked up the fantastic Sam at the dorms, and went to The Graduate for a drink... Tyler went for a couple...

Crossed the Bay Bridge...


Sat 4th row with Mel at the 5-4 hockey game vs. the Blues. I hate the Blues...


WHUTCHU KNOW ABOUT WEEKENDS!!!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

'Tis This Season!

Well well well... as it turns out I just really love having a good time and I'll do it again and again. That means when the season presents itself, indulge. The season of Santa, reindeer, minoras and dradles lights up this lil' township like never before and the magic comes alive from November, first day before Thanksgiving, to January something,(aka whenever the party crashes.)

Rightfully, we gave way to partake in a jubilee on Big Wednesday...and Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and the writing 's on the wall. Let's peek through some windows in to such vibrance, shall we?



Look at Bon Bon, he's singing hymns

peeps in contemplation


WOWMYGOODNESS!!!

So it was fun.

But Christmas is right around the corner and as far as small towns go this one knows how to throw a good hoot 'n holler. I couldn't wait to leave the pain cave at work and get on the road to what was going to be an amazing night. My niece - most precious thing ever - was in town and my time is her time for those brief familial moments.


I met Mel and Emil right after work at the house and we weren't about to go down to the tree lighting empty handed. Emil rolled out with some wine and we headed off for the countdown. We trotted down University and cut right to the park. Baker and Nicole and their relatives were at N. SC/E.M streets and we said hello, exchanged hugs and Christmas yarg before heading to the center of the fiesta to meet Mom and Dad...and yes of course Kaycee.

10...9...8...7... I spot them at the corner of the fountain looking up at the tree in Lindon Plaza...6...5...4...run up behind Kaycee, throw her up to my shoulders and the two of us giggled and counted our way down to the wonderful display of tradition and togetherness...3...2...1...!!! Chuckdad and Mom enjoyed some of the grog we brought from the house. And everyone had giant smiles on there face.

I mean everyone. Kaycee and I trotted through the crowd, bobbing and singing carols with the crowd around the stage below the lit tree. Her bliss was flowing right down into me and I felt like I was back running through that same crowd as a kid. The same big smiles on every ones faces. The same big tree, the same big time.

Those lips...

Look at those blue eyes

They are besting it right here

If you got to here and missed the rad shit above of Ryan Nyquist Shey Nyquist and Dave, then you need to rewind.

Melissa, Eric and Lil' Gavin. The fam


And we ran up an energy bill on fuddling and frolicking and kept the night fires burning in the clearing...


We've decked the halls
We've gathered at the pub
We've sang carols wrong
We've placed trees on the lawn
Lit a house up and some wine bottles to
We'll do it again in a few days with you