Mike C. had said something about watching for stars at the Crest on monday, and this is what he was cryptically referring to. Heyamoto did some pretty straight reporting on this, although she did include a quote from possibly the biggest dork in the known universe, a guy who, in referring to Arnie bringing Angela Bassett to the capital, said, "Arnold got his groove back by inviting Stella,". Niiiiiice.
I had a nice dinner at Esquire last night that was paid for by an anonymous donor. Excellent house-smoked salmon appetizer (although the toast points were unpleasantly crunchy and mouth-hurty). A couple of tiny oysters on the half shell (I like their policy of charging 2.25 per oyster so even if only one person wants them they can afford to order them) that whetted my appetite for more (I'm getting some from Taylors tonight and I have a bottle of cheapo Trader Joes muscadet to wash them down). I got the halibut special, which was served over a delicious mix of curried creme fraiche, cous cous and mache. The halibut itself was a wee bit dry. Smiller got a pan fried sole with mashed potatoes, which was pretty standard fried fish but hit the spot. The wine list by the glass is unexciting and the whites are too chardonnay heavy, but what's new. They do have some affordable glasses that are just a bit over five bucks, so that's nice, and it's cool that they offer so many half bottles. Mark S. Allen was there looking a bit manorexic and tanorexic. I wouldn't eat at this place on my own dime cuz it's just too expensive for what you get, but I think pretty much everyone who eats there is rich so they don't care. I still haven't had any steak which I suspect might be their specialty, but I'm not a steak eater.
I think it's weird that Ernestos is closing down their S street location and moving to where Andiamos is now. Why fuck with a goldmine? I wonder if they're going to do a redesign so that they can have outdoor seating, because I think people like the outdoor seating at Ernestos a lot in the warm weather. No matter what, you know that they are going to drop a ton on decorating the place.
They're discussing me over at Kev's blog again. I'd like to say that for the record, I don't know anyone named Kendra and my name's not Becka. It's Becky. I get that it's probably short for Beckasac but I'm clearing that up cuz I'm not too fond of Becka. Here's the link to Kendra's quote, which Kev didn't link to. Back to our regularly scheduled shameless spreading of gossip.