Countdown to Cyrus

Saturday night, people. It’s ON. Finally, dinner at Cyrus.

I just called the restaurant to let them know they’ll have a veggie in the house. They were sweet as punch about it.

I. Can’t. Wait.

Happy Birthday

Break out the cake and candles. A Few Reservations is now one year old. Soon, I’ll have a toddler on my hands.

If you’re feeling nostalgic, why not check out some old posts?  Like this hissy fit over NOPA, or this gushing love-fest for Andina up in Portland, Oregon. And don’t forget, you can always find a complete list of reviews here.

Ubuntu on the Horizon

Okay, friends. The game is on.

Thanks to Chuck and Marc’s suggestions, I’ve got lunch reservations at Ubuntu in Napa this Saturday. Will it restore my faith in humanity? Dear Lord, I hope so.

I’ll report back.

Aggghhhhhggh!

I’m so painfully behind in writing, it’s ridiculous. You know when you get to the point that your so far behind, you almost can’t get started? Yeah.

Coming soon(ish) London, Rome, Barcelona, and a few reviews closer to home: Bar Bambino, and newcomer, Lolo.

Standby.

Back in the saddle

So I had this plan, right? I thought my new project at work was scheduled to begin on Thursday, leaving me three blissful days to ruminate and write about my trip. (I work for a company that actually encourages these sorts of things.)

<SMACK!> Did you hear that? That was the cruel slap of reality across my tan and rested face. It’s Monday, and my week is already shot to hell.

So, friends, it’s gonna take some time. I’ve got stories to share and photos to post, but it may be slow-going. My next few weeks look hellacious. Lots of travel, lots of meetings, and not a lot of private time.  But I’ll get to it, bit by bit, I swear.

This whole “working” thing…I just don’t know. I don’t think I’m cut out for it.

Eating My Way Through Europe

It’s been months in the planning, but the day is almost here. Next Wednesday, I finally leave for vacation. London, Rome and Barcelona. Best of all, we’re flying Virgin Upper Class. (Thank you ridiculously well-hidden special fare sale!) I hear you get to choose when—and what—you eat. And I hear they always have a vegetarian option.

Add in the on-board massages, flat beds, bed-time jammies, and a walk up bar, and I doubt I’ll ever want to get off the plane. Mamma likes her luxury.

I’ll try to squeeze in another review before I go, but I’m not making any promises. So just in case, I’ll bid you adieu now. See you again mid-September, with lots of stories to tell.

Manresa soon…

Such a story to tell, people. But it’ll have to wait. Work is kicking my newly 36-year-old ass right now. I promise to give the tale-telling my full attention when I come up for air.

(Deep breath. Going back under.)

Joy!

My birthday is almost here. And while turning one year older may not thrill me, the prospect of dinner at Manresa certainly does.

July 7th. I can hardly wait.