déjà vu

it's the overabundance, I think, that always did me in. skies, sunshine, entertainment, warmth, love. endless and overwhelming. I'm basking in it but at the same time choking from the excess.

I remembered this as I sat down looking at the table set with alverta osetra caviar, lobster, and two kinds of foie gras. if food is the way to your heart, I can feel mine being blocked off by impenetrable plaques built up by extravagances.


poops, you should've traded places with me these past few meals. you know I'd be just as happy with a stack of naan and a cadbury milk tray. but for future reference:

valentino: I'm not so in love with italian restaurants, although, there's something to be said about a place that says, "if you don't see your favorite dish, ask for it and we will produce it for you. if you don't have a favorite dish, tell us and we will create one for you." I now have a favorite dish.
urasawa: sushi is as sushi does, unless it's so overwhelming that you can only sit there and tell the waiter, whatever. just bring me whatever.
providence: the 8-course dessert tasting menu was worth everything. how else can you explain being compelled to put something described as just "bacon, peanut butter and banana" in your mouth?