Hi there
After I had grizzled about the cold last week, a reader of this blog sent a comment about a nice experience she'd had that day. She was sitting in front of a bandstand in a leafy square in Paris (jealous, anyone?), listening to some music, when a Frenchman asked her to dance. There was nobody else dancing but, still, she happily took up this guy's offer. A magic moment? I bet this reader will remember that spontaneous dance with a stranger for a long time...
Our friend, J, told me that she had a similar few magic moments. When she was younger, a boyfriend took her for a ride on his motorbike. They stopped off at a fish and chip shop. Sitting on the curb, eating those fish and chips, bike and boyfriend beside her, sun beating down, J was radiantly happy. Suddenly, she felt sorry for the Queen who would never get to experience anything as simple as sitting on a curb eating fish and chips out of newspaper.
Sometimes a five, ten, or fifteen minute period in our life has been so wonderful or fulfilling or so humorous that we rate such an experience as high, or higher than any of our overseas trips, posh cars, or designer clothes. Isn't that nice?
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Thursday, September 4, 2014
Saturday, August 16, 2014
eating with Gordon Ramsay in Las Vegas
Hi there
No, I didn't actually eat sitting beside chef Gordon Ramsay. I ate at one of his places on the Las Vegas Strip. The Gordon Ramsay Pub and Grill that was inside Caesar's Palace Casino
Anyway, Gordon's fish-and-chips-and-mushy-peas came out elegantly sitting on a sheet of newspaper. What? In NZ, it's been long outlawed to eat fish and chips out of newspaper, because of hygiene reasons and, maybe, even newsprint poisoning.
The fish and chips were nice but I felt terribly guilty having such a meal in America, so I ordered a Knickerbocker Glory as a follow-up. Now, that was American.... and worth every penny (or cent).
The chairs at the "pub" had the picture of a corgi dog on them. This could be carrying the English theme a little too far. I think the queen would be most displeased to see her canine pets so publicised.
No, I didn't actually eat sitting beside chef Gordon Ramsay. I ate at one of his places on the Las Vegas Strip. The Gordon Ramsay Pub and Grill that was inside Caesar's Palace Casino
Anyway, Gordon's fish-and-chips-and-mushy-peas came out elegantly sitting on a sheet of newspaper. What? In NZ, it's been long outlawed to eat fish and chips out of newspaper, because of hygiene reasons and, maybe, even newsprint poisoning.
The fish and chips were nice but I felt terribly guilty having such a meal in America, so I ordered a Knickerbocker Glory as a follow-up. Now, that was American.... and worth every penny (or cent).
The chairs at the "pub" had the picture of a corgi dog on them. This could be carrying the English theme a little too far. I think the queen would be most displeased to see her canine pets so publicised.
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