On the tails of a post in which I confess that I am eating like a warthog (obviously, that means in copious quantities) and of another post in which I generally poo-poo the pricey B & B we went to the weekend before, I’m just going to briefly say that we went to The French Laundry for lunch on Saturday.
Yes, the Thomas Keller restaurant commonly referenced as one of, if not THE, best restaurants in the world.
This wasn't even my food.
We weren’t even planning to go or anything. It was all spur of the moment.
Because that’s just how we roll, you know.
I will be much less snobby in the near future.
margaret edith 