Post a Comment On: Confessions of a Restaurant Whore

I think I get the award for suckiest blogger of the year. You've been waiting for El Bulli, Part 3 for a trillion years (although in all fairness I waited for the damn reservation for 10 months). I've been throwing out crappy ass tidbits to mask the fact that I haven't done a proper restaurant review in quite some time. I've claimed to have an excuse. Well my friends, here it is.

While you have been busy hating on me, I have been busy spending some quality time with my head in the toilet (or on really special days, simply vomiting in the shower will do). I have also been sleeping a lot. And avoiding wine and sushi because I have to, and chicken and rice because they repulse me right now.

That's right, kids, I'm knocked up. Without going into too much detail, this was intentional.

Now if you are not up for the heavy stuff, skip the next paragraph.

Quite frankly, I could not have wanted anything more than the current sitchy. Twice before this I began writing this post, and twice before my hopes and my heart were severely crushed. Fortunately for Jon and me, we were simply unlucky rather than unhealthy. Still, it sucked and if it weren't for a select few, I'm not sure how I would have endured those terrible times.

But here we are now, 15+ weeks in (due date is November 9) and there have been some really fucking cool things I've experienced while pregnant:

1. The French Laundry will do non-alcoholic pairings that are so fucking amazing that I might not ever order wine there again. OK, who are we kidding? But still, it was great.

2. My best-midwife-ever says I can eat sushi as long as I know the fish is really fresh. Jon's got the folks at Sebo all armed and ready for me when I finally drag my rapidly growing ass in there. (I actually wrote my Sebo review after finding out about my spawn -- that's how much lag time we've got going on up in here.)

3. Craig said they'd deliver food to me in the hospital (need I say again how much I love them?)

4. Maternity pants have a lot of give, and now that I want to eat again I'm pretty happy about that.

5. Having friends in the restaurant industry earns you a free breakfast simply because you had some sex.

Now what does this mean for you? Well, it means that now that I'm semi-functional I might actually start writing again. A few years ago, I expressed concern to a friend that we might not be able to dine out as frequently once we had Diner #3. My very dear friend, A, promptly responded with "Who the fuck are you kidding? You guys will still go out all the time." And she's right. Because I can't wait to share the amazing culinary mecca we have here with our new addition.

So that's the scoop. This will not become a baby blog, I promise. I might not be able to post about cocktails (I'll take Jon's word for it), but if you wanted to read about stretch marks then you wouldn't be here. I'm fully aware that the stirrings of my uterus are of consequence to me, Jon and the OB staff at UCSF and that's about it. I'll probably post a PSA once we are 3 instead of 2 but other than that, expect all restaurants all the time.

The first thing I'm registering for is training chopsticks.

xoxo
Joy

"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld