everyone was talking about the grasshoppers — Hooray! Yay! Bugs! — The salt air thing was more confusing — I was picturing some kind of smoke sphere like they have at Alinea, but, like, on top of a margarita — very good drinkers — would probably pay someone to keep these tortillas coming to my mouth every five minutes for the rest of my life — why don't more restaurants serve ceviche with chips? — I know what that shit costs — super fucking delicious braised goat in a magical goat sauce — no slime in sight — translation: probably agar — they'll serve it with orange slices and worm salt if you ask — The servers haven't totally gotten it yet — maybe gotten some gratis grasshoppers, but, you know, a girl can only dream.
Read Moretwo kinds of salt because I'm an asshole — less than $20 at Trader Joe's — IMM Thai, however, is totally not bad — the beer looked like beer — my new friend "Grandpa Tupac" — racing back to the bar at 6:59 to get another cheap pour — certainly not worth the fat stack — I rescued out from under several bags of frozen chicken bones — Is "Lower Pac Heights" really a neighborhood? — a legit Disney princess — just drink La Croix.
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