Napa Woes

So when is Skiiboski getting his own show?  He's annoying at first, but it's funny how quickly he grows on you.  I think it's the name.  Skiiboski, baby!  And he's not as annoying as, say, people who get tattoos of their children's names.

I think people overuse congratulations.  It especially weirds me out when people say congratulations when someone gets pregnant.  Wow, congratulations, you had sexual intercourse and exchanged bodily fluids!  Way to go!

I finally got to go to Napa Rose last night, when my parents took me and Jason out for an evening of fine dining.  I've been wanting to go there since it opened, almost ten years ago.  Of course, now my life is ruined, because no other meal I have in the near future will be as good as the one I had last night.  It's ridiculously expensive, but so good!  I'm convinced that American cuisine is just superior to all others.  French, Italian, German, Japanese, Chinese, Thai... they all bore me.  They all have a depressing sameness to them, no variation, no innovention, just the same ancient, prosaic recipes everywhere you go.  But American food: Californian, Southern, Southwestern, Cajun, Creole... these are exciting!  There's so much variety, so many different, unique flavors, so much experimentation.  I think being a relatively young country keeps us from being so set in our ways.  It's the same with Latin-America.  I've had great meals at Mexican and Cuban restaurants.  I don't remember the last time I had a great meal from anywhere in the Eastern Hemisphere.

If I could eat at any restaurant in the country, I'd go to the French Laundry, in Napa Valley.  When I was up there a few months ago I drove up to Yountville just to see the outside of the restaurant.  It turned out to be housed in a little nondescript cottage on a narrow, residential side street.  You wouldn't think to look at it that it's what many consider to be the best restaurant in America.  But at $250 a person, I'm not quite in a position to dine there just yet.  But that's not even the most expensive restaurant in California.  There's a Japanese place in Beverly Hills that costs something like $500.  I'll never go there, though.  It only got two stars from Michelin, and if I'm going to pay $500 for a meal, it better be the best fucking restaurant in the world.