from Monday, November10th of the year2008.
As is my wont, I ate many, many times at St John restaurant in London. This particular trip, I ended up focusing my consumption on the smaller sister restaurant, “Bread and Wine,” which is marginally cheaper but no less delicious. I ate: An Entire Pheasant. Ox Liver. Ox Tongue & Ox Cheek Pie (“Tongue in Cheek Pie?”). Many Puddings. Pig Skin. Pig Skin Again. Pork Belly in Various Treatments. Green Sauce. Roast Fig. Eating at this restaurant is one of those experience that reinforces my sense that the way I behave about food ““Â which is to say a near religious veneration for ingredients rather than process ““ is “correct.” It’s what they call a “Life-Affirming Expurrience,” so to speak.
I watched the election returns at the home of my friend N””, a conductor, who, along with his lovely girlfriend J””, hosted an election party for approximately ten people in their apartment in Muswell Hill. I came with A”” and D””, both with me on the film, and we soon realized that we were both the token Americans who could explain the electoral college as well as the entertainment. We played Literal Charades; it’s been a long time since I’ve done that. When put on the spot to name “Five Americans English People Have Heard Of” I ended up with, like, Bruce Springsteen and M’Shell Ndegeocello? I have never seen a more satisfying face than when England Girl picked her name out of the hat.