Y’all are probably getting tired of how much I post about Gypsy Soul. So you’ll just have to go and drink the kool-aid, or deal. We started off V-Day by making some canapes for my parents to thank them for watching EF while we were out (first time we’ve been out just the two of us since EF was born), and FJ popped some delicious bubbly.
EF was very interested in the tiny bubbles, but LeBeef wouldn’t let her have a sip.
While show the exterior of the restaurant you might ask? Lets call it the before shot.
We started with some cocktails. Mine had a bourbon base, and HB went with one with Bajan rum.
I had a hankering for some fried chicken skins, but we were tempted by the special Vday menu.
I’ll have to try to make my own sage biscuits. They were delicious.
Fois gras is always a good decision.
The ravioli was a rich and decadent as one can imagine.
With the dry aged ribeye, we had a carmenere which was the most delicious fruit-forward iteration of the varietal that I’ve ever had (and I’ve been to Chile).
The steak was tender, rare, and amazing. It was a very generous portion; the picture below is all leftovers we took home.
Despite being full, I enjoyed way too much bananas foster bread pudding. You could really taste the rum and bourbon.
At the end of the meal, we walked out into a blizzard. As soon as we opened the first of the double doors, the snow blew in and the chill cut through us.
I have a great video of HB on a mechanical horse that she’d kill me if I posted. But I’m definitely not above showing you in person, so ask next time y’all see me.
The parking senors got snowed over, which reminded me of my 14 hour drive from Montreal to VA in a blizzard last year.
Gypsy Soul really delivered again, and the wife and I had a great Valentine’s Day.
by rsiv withThe other day at about noon the snow really started coming down. I was working from home and had to do a little house sitting anyway, so I decided to take a lunch break. My truck was the more obvious choice, but I decided to take the M3 out for a snowy spin.
After bringing in the mail, I decided to make sure the hot tub was working properly.
I was reminded of the proverb: without pain, there is no pleasure. Having a newborn can be a tad stressful at times. I think this was just about the most relaxed I’ve ever been. My favorite cigar, my favorite Scotch, a steaming hot tub, some jazz, and the gentle fall of the snow. I even had a cardinal come keep me company, but to be honest, it was some much appreciated alone time.
I enjoyed a little tree overhang that sheltered me from the snow, and a magical and ethereal view that the above picture doesn’t do justice. I decided the sauna needed a quick check as well.
HB took EF for a walk in the winter wonderland. EF was full of wonderment for about 20 minutes, and then enjoyed a nice brisk nap.
After the walk, HB made some homemade hot coco while EF enjoyed some leche de madre.
That weekend, I thought HB might enjoy some hot tub time as well. I picked myself out another cigar.
Then while HB was soaking, I popped some bubbly and made up some canapés as a quelle surprise.
I’ve got to say, this was a pretty damn good time. The salty fattiness of the caviar, crème fraîche, and blinis was cut perfectly by the dry acidity of the bubbly. The cigar put my olfactories into overdrive and took me back to Havanna. The jazz didn’t hurt either.
Let me wax a little poetic about the champs. This bottle was an impulse buy for new years. Fortunately, we only managed a bottle a person on NYE, and this one was spared the saber. I was aware that Bollinger is a favorite of Bond, and totalwine said it had a high wine spectator score, but that was about it. I was very impressed by this bottle. It was rich and complex with velvety bubbles, and paired perfectly with our accompaniments. Its a very handsome bottle as well. Dark forest green glass, gold accents, and a beautiful pearlescent label that screams that one pair it with caviar.
EF took a pretty long nap, and HB and I got a lot more hot tub time than anticipated (Thanks EF).
After a long afternoon of hot tubbing, we decided to unwind in front of the fire with a little brown (Thanks again to Susie, a true aficionado, for the bourbon – HB loves it). Then we put on some Strikeback and enjoyed some sex for no reason…
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HB’s Bday was this weekend. Since FJ and Swaggy-we were going to St. Lucia, we went over to celebrate early. FJ got some soup and pretzels and beer cheese dip from Taste by Katie. Very delicious. CK made some birthday cupcakes, and LeBeef had us smoke some smores, which were…interesting.
Since my parents were out of town, we had to have a party at their place. HB and I had been craving wings, so I instacarted 30 lbs, got some sauces, 16 lbs of fries, and we were in business. We smoked the wings to defrost them, and then grilled him. I don’t have any pictures of this because it was quite an undertaking. Thankfully, HB and Jodi sent me a bunch of pictures so I could still do a post (thanks again!).
The spicy buffalo did a number on my tumtum. CW loved the bbq, and HB was all about the sweet chili.
HB blew out her candles, and errbody gave EF some love. HB opened some prezzies, my fav of which was the bourbon.
Then, in keeping in the spirit of a high school party while the parents are out of town, someone suggested a drinking game. Things got a little wild, and we did a little singing.
It may look like drunken karaoke, but things got a little slow, a little country, and a little emotional, and HB may have not been the only one to shed a tear…
Later that weekend, HB enjoyed her first hot tubbin since getting knocked up.
Then EF gave her mommy the gift of going out, by getting some vaccines (which will be enjoyed when they kick in in two weeks).
Now, its time for one of those 80s cleaning montages before the parents get back. Fortunately, a lot of picking and cleaning up got done at the party. We have good friends. I saw Ash in particular doing a lot (thanks again). It was a really great party, and to quote CW, “We needed this.”
by rsiv withI intended to go to work today, but HB had a doctors appointment, and she didn’t want to drive the baby in the snow, or walk with the carrier though an icy parking lot, so I stayed home with EF. When HB got home, she brought our traditional snow day meal, and then we took EF out for her first snow angel.
It was so pretty out, we decided to take baby girl on a walk. HB wanted a beer, but not just any beer: draft beer. We headed over to Dominion Wine and Beer. They just got taps, and you can see their current list here. We got some growlers of Founders Big Lushious and Uinta Hop Nosh.
The premiership on the tube was an added bonus.
EF got to meet a lot of her neighbors on her walk. She also facetimed CK and FJ, but LeBeef, who still doesn’t have facetime, missed out. Time for a new phone.
I poured myself a glass of the IPA (delicious), and HB went out to get the best burger in Falls Church (from Mike’s Deli).
by rsiv withAfter a short but stressful wait…
Our daughter was born.
We celebrated the next 18 years of responsibility.
by rsiv withI’m sitting on the couch right now, taking a break from getting packed, charging cameras, and just generally getting ready for tomorrow, and the house is quiet and peaceful. Things are definitely about to change. Fortunately, we have a lot of friends that already have kids, and very supportive parents a short drive away. BVVA will not turn into a baby blog, but it will be a little while before you get another restaurant or travel review. In the meantime, perhaps you can see what we’re drinking to celebrate my daughter’s birth by following me on twitter (@bonvivantva)(or if you’re a friend or relative, my personal account, or HB’s FB). Then in the coming months, perhaps I’ll find time to post some old stuff, review some brown I’ve been meaning to get around to, post some dinner party pictures, and stuff about the holidays. I fully intend to keep BVVA going, but we’ll see what happens.
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On rare occasion, when my dad was been over-served, we’ll head down to the home theater and watch Stop Making Sense. Its hard to describe the concert video, except perhaps as a combination of pop music and performance art. Having been born at about the time the Talking Heads’ popularity was at its peak, I didn’t really get the music until much later in life. Since I grew up hearing them, I was a fan, but it wasn’t until I read American Psycho that I really started listening to them a lot. Patrick Bateman, the main character in American Psycho, is in his late twenties during the 1980s, and he has quite a predilection for pop music. His favorite band (in the book, not the movie) is the Talking Heads. The New Yorker describes the content of the Talking Heads’ work to consist of themes of longing, regret, and dread. More from the same article on This Must be the Place:
And, indeed, “This Must Be The Place” can be taken as an ode to the palliative effects of companionship. “Home is where I want to be / Pick me up and turn me ’round,” Byrne begins. “I feel numb, born with a weak heart / Guess I must be having fun.” All of a moment, this narrator, who has been worrying over the boredoms of affection for a decade, is welcoming it. He may not want to examine it (“The less we say about it the better”), but he’s ready to dive in (“Make it up as we go along”). All of a moment, he is infatuated. “Hiii yo, I got plenty of time,” Byrne croons.
“This must be the place”—it’s not a statement of certainty, is it? It’s not “This is the place.” It’s more “This is what someone said the place was.” It’s even a little desperate. “I don’t know what I’ll do if this isn’t the place.” The music, too, starts in a kind of question mark. Very unconventionally for a pop song, the lyrics don’t come in for a full minute, during which time the floating bass line doesn’t play on the roots of the guitar chords but on the fifths, lending the melody what the keyboardist Jerry Harrison calls “an uneasiness.” The whole time, we’re wondering if that propulsive sound that carried the record up to this point will return.
It doesn’t, and Byrne arrives instead, but he hasn’t gotten through the first verse before he’s trying to reassure himself he came to the right address. “It’s okay, I know nothing’s wrong,” he sings. “I love the passing of time.” The third verse begins as hopefully as the first does, with the words “Home is where I want to be,” but then a note of disappointment enters his voice, reminiscent of the newscaster-father switch in “Life During Wartime,” as he decides “But I guess I’m already there.” (Note the same non-aligned rhyme on “where” and “there.”) Already, he is bored with the idea of home. Meanwhile, the imagery—“Eyes that light up / Eyes look through you”, “You’ve got a face with a view”—is as spectral as it is numinous. All this as the E-minor chords turn the wistfulness into nostalgia, and nostalgia into a sense of loss, not for things lost, but, the listener intuits from the counterpoint horn-synth stabs in the chorus, for things never found. By the end, the comfort of love is making him think of death: “And you’ll love me til my heart stops / Love me til I’m dead.”
The dreadful longing and anticipatory regret are still there. Byrne is more at ease with them, he can even appreciate them, but he knows they’ll never go away. “This Must Be The Place has a lot of sentiment,” Lethem says, “but the thing that energizes the song is that it’s difficult to get to that sentiment.”
Like American Psycho, its disconcerting to be able to relate to the song, even a little bit. Also similar to the book, its about as complex and psychological as it gets. So your homework for next week is to analyze Once in a Lifetime. And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here. Same as it ever was.
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If you’re dad is happy to get a Brooks Brothers tie for Father’s Day, more power to you. I once got my dad a pink shirt and tie that remained in the packaging for 5 years. I regifted it to him over and over, and it became a running joke. Maybe learn from my mistake. Here are a few gifts that I’ve given/received and have gone over well.
If you still want to go tie, how about a bow from Robinson and Dapper?
If you’re dad is an occasional golfer and doesn’t have a GPS, he might like a golf buddy. My dad is retired and golfs all the time, so a full GPS makes sense for him, I use this just for quick yardage when I’m able to get out.
If you’re stuck in a tie rut, a handsome umbrella might fit the bill.
While we’re on a blackwatch kick, how about some golf draws.
An instant read thermometer is a great tool for the chef/bbq-er.
My number one Father’s Day pick is the Weber Smokey Mountain. Easy to learn, delicious results, you can enjoy it with him over a beer.
As a father to be, I thought I’d say what I’d want as well. I may be the guy who has everything, but I’m easy to buy for. A bottle of Blanton’s or a nice scotch, and a cigar sampler is all I need.
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I know she doesn’t look particularly embarazada in these pictures, but you can see it more in some of the others. We just recently told our friends, and now the world. We’re excited!
by rsiv withWhen I started this blog, I intended to do a lot of style posts (the pics above are from one here). I haven’t really got around to writing many, and each time I consider getting started, I notice that another blogger has beaten me to the punch. Sure, I have my own take, but this isn’t a style blog, and I’m no expert. I have a bunch of stuff I want to post about, but instead of expecting everyone to click the style category, I’ll try to keep it all together (at least for the time being) in one post. Maybe I’ll keep the style coming if this post is popular.
Start out by check out RCS’ Spring Wish List.
I have a JCrew version of his recommended shirt. Madras is a summer staple, but I thought I’d take it up a notch with the uniqueness of the pullover. International flair without being too far from traditional. Good pick.
I can’t say that I agree with the fleece pullover though. The utility of a fleece without a zip is suspect. I realize style and utility aren’t always congruous, but a good fleece can easily be found with a full zipper.
I also like RCS’ New Balances. Most tennis shoes look way too busy for my taste. Not even all plain shoes go well with shorts. I did go with an American theme to keep things interesting:
I think I might have to grab the golf glove RCS featured, and I already have a version of the wedge that is shown. I’m not in love with the shorts featured, and I thought I’d link to some more casual jacket options, but Tommy Bahama doesn’t currently offer the colors I got last season.
Lets talk about the white jeans. First off, yes, I have some white 501s. However, I rarely wear them because I found a better alternative. A year or two ago I came across this blog post:
http://myhandsmadeit.com/2012/05/07/mint-green-denim-tutorial/
It explains how to use rit dye (amazon or craft stores) and a washing machine to dye white jeans a cool shade of mint green. I bought another pair of white 501s off amazon, and threw some rit dye in the cart as well. In a few days, I had mint green jeans. The results are shown below. In some pictures, the white jeans are shown for comparison, and further down is a white linen shirt I also dyed mint green.
I bought the white linen shirt from LL Bean for $40 (last year they ran out, but this year they’re still stocked). Rit dye is about $5 a bottle. So for $45-50, you can have a linen shirt in any color you want. $55-60 for jeans. I’d recommend trying out a few old white shirts (cotton), etc, first, as dying is an art as much as a science. I didn’t re-read the whole DIY craft post, but basically, I like to pour about 4 oz or so of dye into a bucket of water (lined with a trash bag for easy clean up). The instructions given seemed to result in a good product for that girl, but I found that using more aqua and less apple resulted in a softer less grassy mint. Once you get your clothes about the right color (wet clothes are darker than when they’re dry), throw it in the washing machine and set it to warm or hot water. Thats basically it. Remember that you can always go darker, but its hard to go backwards. Less is more. Aim for a light shade, like a tea dye look.
Now that I’ve admitted to owning white and mint jeans, and crafting, lets talk about inseams and short shorts. I’m about 5’9. On me, 7 inch inseams end above the knee without looking extreme. Anything longer looks messy to me. Against my better judgement, enjoy a creepy thigh selfie that shows what a 7′ inseam looks like:
I also have some 5′ short pants from chubbies. I’ll let their website do the talking. A 7′ inseam looks classic but not unusual. 5′ inseams will be noticed. After a drunken morning at the pool at the Luxor, my friends and I have an inside joke/thing in which we have a, “small draw” competition. Its on-going. Its swim-draw specific (chubbies does make them), but perhaps I’ll try to expand the competitive field.
Here are some more short pant options from RCS. I’m considering the southern proper offering.
You can’t talk spring without talking sperrys. First, allow a rant about all the boat shoes with socks I saw this winter. If you think you need socks, leave the boat shoes at home. If you’re hard enough to go sockless in winter, go for it. I’m a gold cup man myself, but I recently found some unused but vintage perforated sperrys on ebay. My buddy RP, and another friend Rob both had pairs I envied, and I finally found some in my size.
All the things you love, but in a breezier package. It also helps with sperry odor. There are plenty of resources out there, but if you are doing nothing about the odor issue, you’re doing too little. I use odor eater insoles (changed every couple of months), cedar shoe trees when not in use, and in this case, perforation for extra breathability.
Lets talk Barbour. Today was a good spring day for barbour but its really mostly an early spring item here in VA. Further south, its probably more of a fall garment. I did a lot of research before buying my first barbour jacket. I’ll give you a hint of which I found to be king of the barbours.
Any guesses? Pictured above is the zipper to the game pocket on (but not exclusive to) the Barbour Beaufort. Why is the Beaufort the best? It looks good just out on errands, but its functional in the field. You may think the shorter length of the Bedale is more stylish, but if so, you’re probably a citified hipster because the Bedale does not have a game pocket. If you’re an equestrian, which is the only reason to own one, you get a pass (there are probably other good reasons). So why do you need a game pocket?
To hold your downed game. A non-hunter owning a Barbour is like a soccer mom owning an off-road SUV (overkill is American, I’ll concede that point). Take the generous pockets, they’re designed to hold your shells. When I went to get some pictures of my Beaufort, I found an empty in there.
The beaufort isn’t the only Barbour jacket with a game pocket. I bought my dad a vintage border jacket, which was insulated, and had a game pocket. So what else might you need to know before purchase? Sylkoil vs “classic” (waxed cotton). I only own the classic, and I like it, but you can check out both at an Orvis, or similar store. Sylkoil is a newer finish, which you recondition the same way. The upfront cost is slightly higher, and I hear the material is slightly nappier.
All joking aside, Barbour makes some good products. My sister doesn’t hunt, and no longer rides, but I did get her an awesome Barbour jacket from a saddlery for xmas. A vintage Barbour off of ebay can be a pretty good deal, as all waxed cotton jackets require occasional upkeep.
Now lets move on to a later spring/summer garment. Seersucker. I’m a fan. However, lets say you’re at a horse race or summer wedding. All the try-hards are out in their blue seersucker suits. So what to do? Go green or grey. Its subtle and classic. My suit shown above is from Indochino (more about the company here). Once you have the suit, you need shoes. In my opinion, you only have two choices (please leave the flipflops for the beach, or at least with shorts only). Bucks (another buck link) or saddle shoes:
I thought about taking another pic to hide the stain on the toe, but then I remembered that its spilled bourbon, and decided to keep it real, and increase this blog’s credibility.
So to summarize, check out some of the blogs I’ve linked to in this post (even more below) Try a classic southern look. Since I’ve already outted myself for crafting and owning white jeans, I’ll go the next step and admit to my bad taste in reality TV. I could tell you I watch for the southern architecture, plantations, and spanish moss, but we all know thats not the real reason. This spring, go for the T-Rav look:
Not the shep:
If you don’t watch, you don’t want to take any advice from Thomas Ravenel aka Charlie Croaker (I can’t be the first to make the comparison) save for fashion advice. Shep looks like a freshman after receiving his first order of vineyard vines. Everything is a size too large, and is sloppily thrown together. And in case you didn’t understand what a try-hard was when I used the term earlier, see that last pic.
Now, since I’ve already admitted to being no expert, and since I really only hit on the basics, here are some more links for those that are interested in knowing more than I:
Check out the Grey Fox. The pic above is from a spring/summer pinterest of his (I think from last year). I very much dig the look. There are many more to inspire you. His blog is geared towards men of a certain age, but what young man today wouldn’t benefit from a more classic, refined look. He also has a blue and orange post which will get you ready for summer blockbuster season. Check out another spring post here for even more inspiration.
Bowtiesandboatshoes has tons of seasonal posts, too many worthwhile to pick just one.
On when one can wear white, ad nauseum. Crazy. Rules are made to be broken.
I can’t/don’t generally golf in December, January, or February, so for it, its golf season again. How about some golf style.
Another favorite, but its down right now. I’ll try to remember to edit this and update it when its back up.
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