No, not golf. I had dinner at the Linkery last night. My wife and I got to go on a date! For the first time in four months! The Linkery is a hip, food-oriented place. They make their own breads, meats, and everything else they can. Other ingredients are sourced locally, and every item on the menu has a provenance. The beer list is astounding, and they’ve got cask beers and tap beers that will knock you under the table. Even the water comes in a flip-top bottle with a bay leaf in it for a light herbal note. In the water. Every time I go there I say that I should go more. From the goat cheese, bacon, and peach pizzetta paired with a dark ale, to the grass-fed burger on a semolina bun and topped with Point Reyes cheese and sided with home-made potato chips, the dinner was a huge success. We went home, paid the babysitter, and felt into deep comas. Yum…yum…snore…
While we were out, I noted that small hats are back in. Please, please let 30s-style fedoras come back in too. Then nice suits. When pictures of pre-war crowds show seas of hats and dress clothes, you know people cared back then. Now you see tweenies at the mall in their slippers and PJ pants. [sigh]
This may be the longest stretch I haven’t made bread and it feels, well, liberating. The schedule I set for myself was precluding experimentation and fun. Maybe when the oven is fixed (or we get a new one) I’ll pull back on sales a bit and spend more time trying out new things. Production is fun only when you can be efficient. If we happen to get a vintage stove with double oven, so I could bake two types of bread at once, maybe I could be more efficient. I don’t know who this unsubtle hinting is for since I’d be the one paying for it. Hmm…
Writer, architect, father, husband.
i remember the linkery. let's see, christina pablo, kathy bakh, you and i (hmm, you hung out with asian people) cruising san diego in your vw after studio presentation looking for food and enjoyment. i think we have already eaten, and how did we end up at the linkery for more food? we sat at the bar eating sausages, kathy's, also, i think cheese, and drank beers, okay, i couldn't finish mine, but as zack meade would say 'good times.'