TONY DOES THE TONGA ROOM?
Dear Mr. Prime Minister,
The nice San Francisco police officer in the black flack suit (perfect for this cold and foggy San Francisco evening) just told me that you were dining at the Fairmont this evening. Might I suggest cocktails in the Tonga Room first? If you make it in before 7 pm you might be able to take advantage of the free hors d'oeuvre. But, hey, I bet you're on an expense account. So live it up. Order the puu-puu platter. And one of those crazy drinks with 10 different liquors served in a coconut shell. Please don't let that thunder scare you, or your secret service mates. It's just the tropical rain storm that passes through, every 20 minutes. So authentic. So tropical.
I always feel so safe when folks like you come to town. After all, who would dare try anything on Nob Hill with all those FBI snipers positioned on our rooftops?
Anyway, have a great time, Mr. Blair. We hope you packed a coat because summer as we know it has finally arrived.
You rock, K! And, I love that you're blessing our lives with your "musings" more frequently!
Posted by: E | August 01, 2006 at 05:42 PM
The muse is ON IT, girls!
K
Posted by: culinary muse | July 29, 2006 at 04:36 PM
You're too funny, K!
Posted by: Christine | July 28, 2006 at 11:25 PM
Scoop and the tablehopper got nothing on you!
Posted by: Amy | July 28, 2006 at 11:25 PM