the past couple of weeks around here have driven us to eat french food
at an alarming pace.
i blame both the advent of Comme Ca,
the restaurant that is drawing raves and my craving for skatewing
and mushroom risotto,
and the fact that our friends keep insisting we meet there.
like ashley furnival:
yes, she is the only gal i know who can combine chiffon and plaid and make it work.
i don't know how.
and we literally ran into hilary super there:
an old navy pal, who just happened to be going there the same night we were,
and we happened to be sitting three tables from,
but knew it
THANKS TO FACEBOOK.
gotta love status updates.
then scott knudsen and colette mcgriff, in town to party,
meeting us up to hug on the pups,
then french 75 the night away:
look. home-made truffles.
i am going to be muy gordo soon.
watch this space. i may need it.