http://www.flickr.com/photos/epicureanslug/sets/72157607469784051/
Like, it's so ironic that my friend who has inspired me to become more interested in fancy food wouldn't spend the money on the Herb Farm. But I digress. I really should get my shit (or my slug poop, don'tcha know) together and post my impressions of the Herb Farm. But you see I didn't take notes. I actually had gentle, funny, convivial dinner companions who were just as interested in the food itself as I. They were an international group. A gay couple celebrating their 15th wedding anniversary -- they were both ITS guys, if I remember correctly. A heterosexual couple with an Israeli female partner partnered by a handsome man with a beard. They were so cosmopolitan and gemütlich. And there was this intense woman who looked about twenty but said she was older who has a food blog and somewhere I have notes about where that blog was located but I've forgotten in the overall wonderfulness of my memories of that evening. And I just haven't been able to find a way of saying it the way I want to.
