Everyone keeps nagging me to buy a digital camera because they deplore the ghetto photojournalism I practice with my cell phone camera. I've already decided that I will buy the Panasonic Lumix. I'm just not sure whether it'd be before or after I buy the black patent leather Mary Janes from Manolo Blahnik. After all, I am a girl with a weakness for shiny stilettos! In the meantime, The Food and Music Club members will have to do with darkly lit photos such as this of a roll at Alain Ducasse's Mix, and I will have to do with my black patent leather tote that I've been carrying ever since I broke the zipper on my Andrea Brueckner handbag. So ghetto Chanel, the patent leather tote has gold chains and a 10-inch long tassel that I once used to slap Todd for making a smartass remark about foie gras.
I can proudly say that I had foie gras on four of the five nights I was in Sin City. The third meal was at Mix in theHotel at Mandalay Bay. For my entree, I ordered grilled squab stuffed with foie gras. I feasted on the gamey bird with such glee that some of the dark sauce dripped onto my teal green silk dress from Geren Ford. I skipped foie on Valentine's Day because the dinner where I was a guest was held at Boa Steakhouse in Caesars Forum Shops, which didn't offer fatty goose liver on the menu. Even though Missy has been on the fence in the foie war, she has taken on the role of being the unofficial spokesperson for my foie campaign and informing people about the latest news in my foie diet. She decided to be anti-foie gras after tasting the too-rich amuse bouche constituted of foie and parmesan cheese foam at L'Atelier.
But then she joined me and our 10 other dinner mates in our final meal in Las Vegas: at Thomas Keller's Bouchon in the Venetian Hotel. We ordered a terrine of foie gras that had the layer of clarified butter removed before it was presented at our table. Served with thin strips of toast and a ramekin of fleur de sel, the foie gras was the best of the week. It was so yummy that I had no remorse in scraping a fallen drop on the tablecloth with my finger and sticking it in my mouth. Missy became pro-foie gras by the end of the night. Todd also had a little bit, but he remained in the anti-foie gras camp with Emili, against the five people on my side. Still, I knew my limits. After I returned to the City of Angels on Friday, I decided to begin detoxing with a dinner of toast and a frozen blueberry yogurt smoothie from Pinkberry.
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