After an ENTIRE day of tasting approximately 30 - 40 wines at the Sandestin Wine Festival this past April, and with the aid of a self-timer on the camera, Chris and I were somehow able to manage this shot:
I know it's old hat by now since I have it as my Facebook profile picture, but I think it's my absolute most favorite picture of Chris and me so far. Here's a picture of me at the actual festival:
Please note that the number "83" behind my head is NOT a random number. It is indeed the 83rd consecutive table serving tastes of SEVERAL wines. In two whole entire days, I think Chris and I did a pretty good job of visiting approximately 75% of the tables, which was no small feat. Thank goodness for the tram...
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Bethesda ritual (I did say it's a ritual, didn't I?)
Yet another Bethesda adwenture. At Mon Ami Gabi, Jaims and I ordered flourless chocolate cake to split (no longer on the menu, but they'll make it upon request- it is SO YUM). THIS is what we received:
That's right. Ok, well, the martinis came separately. But what we DID get was the requested chocolate cake (front left), a scoop of vanilla ice cream which complemented the flourless cake so magnificently, warm berry crisp (front right-the bartender proclaimed it a new item on the menu and needed a guinea pig), and their classic profiterole. Clearly it was all just awful:
(Sorry for the lack of flash) I don't know if I can go back there. Obviously not because the dessert spread was anything less than amazing, but more because I am still in a coma from the massive amounts of sugar I consumed. I freaking love that place. Whatever you do, do NOT pass up the French Martini. Holy perfection batman. Oh, and their wine list is nothing to scoff at either.
That's right. Ok, well, the martinis came separately. But what we DID get was the requested chocolate cake (front left), a scoop of vanilla ice cream which complemented the flourless cake so magnificently, warm berry crisp (front right-the bartender proclaimed it a new item on the menu and needed a guinea pig), and their classic profiterole. Clearly it was all just awful:
(Sorry for the lack of flash) I don't know if I can go back there. Obviously not because the dessert spread was anything less than amazing, but more because I am still in a coma from the massive amounts of sugar I consumed. I freaking love that place. Whatever you do, do NOT pass up the French Martini. Holy perfection batman. Oh, and their wine list is nothing to scoff at either.
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