Day three at Pebble Beach Food & Wine, picking up where Jessica left off at the afternoon cooking demo with Boulevard’s Nancy Oakes and Pamela Mazzola. The scene was certainly no Thomas Keller Jesus-fest, but Oakes’ fan base is a slightly different breed. She certainly commands the respect of a room (albeit a post-spa, wine-hazed one), especially when she cooks up an extremely complicated seared abalone with a slow cooked farm egg, a dish she admitted “was not necessarily to be tried at home.” It required a $900 “circulated egg” machine, a lab apparatus that keeps the egg yolk runny while cooking the white. Intense.
There is nothing truly surprising in The Black Balloon, only affecting riffs on a familiar story.Thomas (Rhys Wakefield) is a typical teenager, handsome, shy around girls, and innocent enough that a peck on the cheek packs the power of a defining moment. His father (Erik Thomson) is a military man, cheerfully gruff but no rigid taskmaster. His very pregnant mother (Toni Collette), though immobilized by her globe-shaped belly, remains the doting queen of the household. And his brother Charlie (Luke Ford) is autistic.
Another day dawns at PBF&W. Have I mentioned yet how difficult the mornings are here? Well, let me underscore that. As I write, it's just past 7 a.m. and I count myself among the lucky ones, having turned in at the more-reasonable hour of 2 a.m.. The Michelin stars dinner, which I attended last night, has the distinction of being one of the longest meals I've ever enjoyed in my entire life. Given how many dinners I've attended, this is something. The guests who managed to make it to hour six (yes, really) finished off the evening with a dessert prepared by the Coi pastry chef, a combination of blood orange "curd," walnut crumble and an ice cream flavored with Douglas fir. Comparing notes with my L.A.
Though this may sound pretty obvious, people really like chefs. This morning, en route to "Lexus brings a moment with Thomas Keller," I encountered some women in the hallway. "Make sure you get Tom Colicchio's autograph!" Just like Sara wrote in her blog, the ladies are all over Tom Colicchio like white on rice. However, this level of adoration was NOTHING compared to the scene inside the cooking demo tent, Thomas Keller presiding.
It turns out that this wining and dining is exhausting. Though the official start time of today's festivities was 10 a.m., things have been running on PBST (Pebble Beach Standard Time), no doubt owing to the quantity of food and wine being consumed. I would be remiss if I didn't mention the generous Acqua Panna, San Pellegrino and Driscoll berry sponsorship—not because it's so fabulous (though I do like having access to iced sparkling water wherever I go), but because it's like an episode of Top Chef—so blatant as to be funny. This morning, as I waited in line for the Thomas Keller demo, women in green dresses proferred up baskets of berries, asking each attendee, "Would you like to start your day with a Driscoll berry?" Um, no. Instead, I hit up the Illy espresso kiosk.
Discover the undeniably sexy world of Glass Candy, arriving fresh from Coachella this Monday at Mezzanine. The Portland-based duo's music could be described as a mix of Italo Disco, synthpop, electro, with a dash of drum & bass, all topped off with lead singer Ida No's haunting vocals. If you don't trust our recommendation, trust Karl Lagerfeld's, who has used their songs for two Chanel runway shows. Check out a sample of their unique musical stylings here.
The massive party launched with a Thursday night dance party for campers only. And who's up for a early morning slip-n-slide? The sun's out, the grass is green and it's time to rock. Stay tuned for tons of photos of the funnest scenes you've ever seen. We'll be updating throughout the festival, so check back soon! Here's some photos of the party to live vicariously through.
Every June, we put out our "Best Of" issue. This year, we want you to get involved. So from now until the end of April, we'll be posting a series of questions about San Francisco. Jump into the fray, and your writeup could be featured in the issue.
Ah, the blind date. It's a right of passage of sorts, an experience that most of us have to check off at one point in our lives, for better or for worse. Tell us which SF spot you think is the least painful for such a rendezvous.
If you're in Santa Cruz this weekend for the half marathon you, like me, might be wondering just how to spend your downtime. This hippie seaside enclave is far from boring, but can be overwhelming for visitors, as its many offerings aren't well-publicized. Nevertheless, I've scoped out the scene for you in advance; here's where you'll find me in the coming days.
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