I review upscale restaurants and discuss food and travel. I focus mainly on Toronto, New York and Palm Beach, as well as on my own cooking.
I am a Gatsby-type character who really does live in a big French-style house just outside the city, Rather than spending all of my free time pondering the green light and the Daisy Buchanan-like girl I lost, I have decided to enjoy being a gourmet foodie, eating at the best restaurants, and sharing my experiences. I also write about books and publishing.
While Daisy is lost to me, finest meals are not. I hope you enjoy my sense of humor and observations on life. Bon Appetit!
So I was in Woodbridge on Monday and went into an Italian grocery store to pick up some lamb chops for dinner. The first thing I see when I walk in the door is a display of these cans. The next few minutes spent thinking about what if Emma ran a tomato paste factory in Italy and named it after herself…hey, what if we ran it together…a sprawling countryside vista full of tomato plants…a rustic 400 year old villa overlooking our land. Emma and I walking hand in hand down pathways between our tomato plants… Then the cashier asked if I wanted a tin of (“Emma”) tomato paste. I said “Sure, why not?” A pic of my memento of a few minutes daydreaming about Emma and Italy.