Keep on Rockin in the Food World: Installment 1: The Train
Sitting on the Acela Express into Penn Station. Just finished what I refer to as my first culinary experience: Jujyfruits. Perfectly chewy. Tangy yet sweet.
As I sit here listening to Robert Earl Keen (Note to self: when listening to music on your headphones, do not start humming or singing along – others CAN hear you), I am reveling in the knowledge that for the next three days, my sole job is to see and taste of as many culinary destinations as possible. After arriving at my hotel room, I will head out solo to check out what’s in my immediate neighborhood. I can’t go too far because we have a reservation this evening at Alto, a 2-Michelin-Star restaurant specializing in Northern Italian cuisine. Perhaps the only thing I love more than Italian food is Italian wine. Those from the Piedmont, for instance, are as near to heaven as I’ve tasted. Drawback: only one bottle? I think a tasting menu might be in order, so at least I can try as many wines as possible.
Oh – and apparently, we were upgraded to a suite at the hotel. Cause Lord knows one tiny NY room will not be large enough to fit my food-filled self!
Side note: We just passed a concrete building on the outskirts of Philadelphia. The structure was covered with huge graffiti tags. One of them was “CHEESE”. I question: who is “Cheese”? How did he/she earn that moniker? Is it considered a compliment? One wonders… Regardless, I will consider it a good omen for my upcoming trip.