Wednesday, December 21, 2011

A Sociological Experiment

If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Boy, that could cover a lot, couldn't it?

My absence had been noted, but it's a busy season. Still, I had missed the Roosevelt for the food as well as the ever-changing company.

Blenheim Cabernet Franc ushered in the evening tucked under the poinsettia at the far end of the bar. As Josh pointed out, "That's your place."

Yes, in a corner as much as possible.

Tonight's special was Littlteneck clams with ham, Sea Island peas in a ham broth that proved to be not only a stellar combination but later became the starting point for a lesson in peas from the Chef.

I found out at the end of the night that I was the only person who'd ordered this savory dish full of chunks of salty ham and with a broth worthy of endless bread sopping.

My dessert was dubbed long-term coconut cake. It provided a lovely finish to my meal although we got so busy talking that the bartender asked if I was eating it in layers because  it was taking me so long to finish.

Eating and drinking yielded to storytelling at a  neighbor's. Who doesn't like being asked to share their stories?

I've got a million.

The best tug of war discussions come down to semantics. Words, always words.