Last night, FJ and I braved the cold to go see Steph Curry and the Warriors take on the Wizards. Before the game, we went to Poste. It was very cold in DC, so I ordered a Hot Toddy to warm up.
After an amuse-bouche, I ordered the crispy duck ravioli, truffle frites, and the slow cooked salmon. FJ ordered us a pinot noir, had mushroom soup, and the Lamb burger.
The good was good, but not mind-blowingly so. The standout was definitely the crispy duck ravioli. The toddy really hit the spot as well. Honestly, the restaurant didn’t matter so much as I was quite happy to have a guys night out with my dad, and get a short respite from my responsibilities at home.
We lost, but the seats were great, and watching Curry was definitely a treat. Even more so for FJ as they share an alma mater.
by rsiv withI’m a big fan of Ian Fleming’s James Bond series of books. A prima facie consideration of the books is not unlike the general impression one gets from the movies. Thrilling action, quips, gadgets, and women. However, in the books, you get all those things, plus travel guides, hotel and restaurant recommendations, what clothes to wear, what to eat, detailed info on guns, watches, etc. Although the information is quite dated, it really is like merging a men’s magazine (like esquire) with an action movie. Admittedly, the movies have become commercialized with a lot of product placement, but you’ll never heard Daniel Craig wax poetic about sea island cotton. The movies just aren’t the same. With only 14 novels, and some collections of short stories, I’m quickly running out of Fleming to read. In fact, I’m purposefully saving certain books to read in certain locations/circumstances. So what does one read when running out of Bond?
The most obvious choice is more Bond. Ian Fleming Publications has authorized many different authors to continue the series. I just finished The Man with the Red Tattoo recently. It has the exotic locals and sophisticated tastes of Flemings books. In my opinion, Benson is the author most true to the original works. However, I also like the more recent takes on Bond, from Faulks, Deaver, and Boyd.
I’m not a huge fan of fiction, and really see it more as a vacation genre. I’ve been changing my mind of this point gradually, and decided to try out some other popular authors in the spy and thriller genres.
le Carré is perhaps the most celebrated current spy author, but I did not enjoy the book. While I imagine it is authentic and realistic, it just isn’t sexy or action-packed. It is highly regarded on Amazon and Goodreads, but I just couldn’t get into it.
Clear and Present Danger was closer to the mark, but it was too political for me. I was much more interested in the special ops on the ground than the politicians fighting in Washington. Again, no one was drinking Bollinger or shopping on Savile Row (though I believe the Cuban guy might have enjoyed a cigar and some kind of aperitif). Tom Clancy is all business and no pleasure.
Jack Reacher is an interesting character. An American protagonist created by an English thriller writer. To me, it seems that Child tried to created an American James Bond. Unsophisticated, no-nonsense, and simplistic. Its kind of an Imperialist take on Americans that Americans will likely find slightly offensive. While Reacher is self-reliant and effective, he comes off as a caricature of an American, not unlike Ricky Bobby. Reacher is on a cathartic journey of right wrongs. He accomplishes this task via personal/intimate physical violence. He is a far blunter instrument than Bond. Killing Floor has plenty of action, a love interest, and is coffee fueled (not unlike Fleming’s Bond), but it doesn’t have the class and sophistication of Bond that I love. Reacher drifts around the US unemployed and in dirty clothes, randomly getting into interesting situations. While reading The Man with the Red Tattoo, I thought I’d like to visit Japan. I thought I might want to get some sushi and try some different sakes. I ordered some Japanese whiskey I couldn’t get locally. Jack Reacher does not introduce you to new things. At least not if you live in the American south where the first book takes place. I thought Killing Floor was a good read, and I might even try another Jack Reacher book, but its no Bond.
So in conclusion, if you like bleak suspenseful and dark spy novels, you might want to give le Carré a try. If you’re more into political technothrillers, some Clancy might float your boat. If you like action and seeing bad guys get whats coming to them, Child’s Jack Reacher is your man. If you require action, style, exotic locals, black tie affairs, gambling, cars, and la dolce vita as enjoyed by a true bon vivant, you’ll have to stick to Fleming, his successors, and perhaps like me, anxiously await the next installment of Bond by Anthony Horowitz (featuring unpublished content by the man himself, Ian Fleming).
(Click the BOOKS category on the left to see more suggestions and reviews).
UPDATE: This post has been getting a lot of traffic, so I thought I’d add one more book and few more author suggestions. The book is from an up and coming author, and you’re not likely to hear about it elsewhere.
Red Stick One is an adventure/thriller about love, loss, and revenge. The plot of Red Stick One, has the protagonist on the trail of the man that killed his father figure. During the action, we get a few flashbacks to ‘Nam and a love story. The main character is an avid outdoorsman, wildlife officer, veteran, and east-coaster. The book has an Elmore Leonard vibe to it (which is another author you should look into if you’re not familiar).
by rsiv withLast night CK hosted an OBX planning meeting. It was EF’s first trip to Aunt Cici’s. I wish I’d gotten a picture of EF’s expression after waking up in a new place. It would seem that she is used to her house, and her grandparents’ house, but something about CK’s house was very confusing to her. EF met Teddy and Otto.
Tedford was very affectionate.
We poured some wine, and discussed some family reunion deets.
After our meeting, we headed over to Virtue Feed and Grain, which is on the water in Old Town. Our waitress told us that the building used to be a grainery/feed house owned by George Washington. Now it functions as a different type of feed house.
We ordered just about every cocktail on the menu. My blood and sand made with laphroaig was excellent, but CK’s drink, made with fireball and cider, was surprisingly good.
We started with the spiced nuts, mac and cheese, tuna tartar, and crab dip. Its hard to pick a favorite, but the mac and cheese was pretty amazing. I got the waygu burger for my entree with the fries well done (Lemmy-style). If you like crispy fries, but don’t order your fries well done, you’re missing out.
HB got the chorizo mussels, which were delicious, but not quite chorizo-y enough for me.
We had a great meal. Since CK lives less than a mile away, we’ll definitely be back. Hopefully next time it won’t be so cold, or so slick out.
by rsiv withWe had yet another snowday up here in Virginia. We’d just had a chimney sweeped, so it was the perfect time for a fire.
EF got in a little tummy time by the fire, but mostly just put her feet up and relaxed.
I grabbed an ice bucket (courtesy of Pam-l-a and WinnDixie), filled it with some snow, and then popped in a bottle of bubbly (courtesy of Ryry and Jojo).
I took a look at our netflix options, and found out we only had one disc (for those reading in 2016, see wikipedia), which was The Hundred-Foot Journey. You can’t watch a food movie on an empty stomach, so we braved the cold and headed out for some grub.
EF is getting nice and fat off that mommie milk, but we made it to Saffron Indian Cuisine. We had been to the previous restaurant in the same location, and found Saffron to be at least as good, if not better than its predecessor. The decor is unchanged, there seems to have been little staff turnover, and while the menu is different, the food is very good. We had the lunch buffet, but I hear that dinner is also great. My friends over at the NOVA Restaurant Blog had similarly superlative things to say about Saffron.
I’d definitely check out The Hundred-Foot Journey after a nice meal at your favorite Indian or French restaurant (bonus points for Indian-French fusion). It was a great movie, and a great way to end a fun day. As much as EF enjoys walks in the snow and watching the snow fall, I’m about ready for spring.
by rsiv withFor Marti Gras this year, my mom decided to fix up some gumbo. She’d never done it before, but it turned out amazing.
After dinner we had some king cake (FJ found the baby). We enjoyed the fire, and EF had a very apropos book to read.
It was a great night, but unfortunately, someone had one too many hurricanes.
The next morning was a snow day, so we woke up and had some king cake for breakfast with some chicory coffee.
Even though it was now officially Marteen Gras, it was a snow day, so we went to our go-to snow day place for our go-to snow day meal…
For Marteen Gras, we we went to Chasin’ Tails.
Last year, things got a little cray-cray. This year, perhaps because of the snow day, things were a lot more tame. The restaurant wasn’t nearly as crowded. I have an important meeting tomorrow morning, so I wasn’t too upset that things didn’t get out of control. I’m writing this blog the night of, with a nice cup of ginger tea and some fancy french sea salt chocolates (from my Marteen Gras goodie bag) However, if things aren’t crazy next year, we might have to make Marteen Gras a weekend celebration and bring the party ourselves.
Since we could hear conversation as the restaurant wasn’t packed, we did have a lot of laughs. It was also nice to see my friends so happy and in love (vgtic I know). And as always, the crawfish, gator, and drinks were excellent.
All in all, it was a great Marteen Gras. It was also a great way to cap off HB’s maternity leave. Its a little bittersweet, but I think she’ll enjoy going back to work. EF is a little apprehensive about FJ watching her, but she’ll adjust…
by rsiv withGetting old isn’t easy. Back in my day, I threw a pretty epic theme party. Kids that were born in the 90s still know about the pastel party I threw for the fraternity. Even after I graduated, I’d have us touring the monuments in a limo dressed in all pink for a Quinceañera y diez, or I’d hire a belly dancer and have things get weird with sacrifices and body paint like at CW’s Nile River party. Nowadays things are a lot more tame. That said, I still need an outlet…
by rsiv withThe other day we all went out to Wildfire in McLean. I’m not sure why I like Wildfire so much. The food is good but not great. I think its more because the restaurant feels like stepping into a time machine. It pulls off the 40s supper club vibe that other steak houses can’t. The service is always good, and they know how to make a cocktail. When ordering a cocktail, I usually go for something with bourbon as its base. Growing up, I knew that Bond like martinis. I also mixed some martinis up at Christmas parties Sally Draper style. However, I never really fell in love with the martini. It might be because the Bond style of Martini (vodka, shaken) isn’t really to my taste, but more likely, its because I didn’t really like olives all that much until later in life. Eventually I developed a taste for olives and gin. The martini still isn’t a usual order for me, but at Wildfire, it just feels right.
So let me give credit where credit is due. A while back, I heard a buddy order a martini, and realized I didn’t really know how. Its definitely something every gentleman should know, so I did a little googling, and realized its much easier than I thought. The number of steps in ordering a martini varies, as one can leave some out if its one’s preference. First, you need to decide between vodka and gin. Then, if you want, you can specify how much vermouth you want by ordering it dry, perfect, or wet. Martinis are already typically served pretty dry by historical standards, so by specifying that you want a martini dry, you’ll get a very small amount of vermouth. I prefer not to specify at all. Next, you can specify whether you want the cocktail shaken or stirred. If you opt not to specify, it will likely be stirred. I won’t get into the differences between shaken and stirred martinis here (google has a plethora of information on the subject). I will way that I do not specify when ordering, but do prefer my martini to be stirred. Next you have to decide if you want your martini served up (in a typical martini glass) or on the rocks (in a tumbler with ice). Why anyone would order a martini on the rocks is beyond me, but to each his own. Finally, you can specify the garnish (olive, onions, a twist, etc.). Depending on how elaborate your own personal martini order is, it may serve to impress your guy friends, but alienate business associates and eharmony dates. (consider your company). The martinis pictured were ordered: “Gin martini, up, three olives.” It can be as simple as that.
While on the topic, I’d also like to mention how well Wildfire does the quintessential steakhouse meal: martini, wedge salad, red wine, steak. They offer a bone-in ribeye, which is my favorite cut, and it can be ordered as rare as you want (literally, as they will even cook it blue). When ordered rare, it still comes with a decent char.
by rsiv withWe still haven’t gotten over our freedom to go to restaurants kick. We had some margaritas at El Tio’s while discussing how FJ would watch EF (or vice versa).
EF got the, “best passport photo ever!”
We tried out The Locker Room. The Old Bay wings aren’t half bad.
After way too many wings, a huge plate of loaded fries, and more than a couple beers, we enjoyed the sun and an unseasonably warm February afternoon.
I found out that Sweet Rice has pork belly kapow… Insanely delicious. It might be a limited time thing, so I’d get over there asap.
EF got a very generous valentine’s day prezzy from a secret admirer (who turned out to be Thom).
On the Friday before vday we went to La Caraqueña. EF got to meet Raul, but did not enjoy her first shot of tequila.
Nascar is back. And finally, EF got a vday prezzy from daddy (because her future is so bright).
by rsiv withAfter Del Campo, we’ve been on a going out binge. After having to stay in so long, its been nice, but exhausting to get out. We got some breakfast at Ohop. Always on point. And the bacon. Dang.
We did a little mobile bird watching.
HB had her first steakumms and loved them.
We met HW, Li, and VA for some plazatime. I had as many ounces in one glass as EF drinks in a day.
We went to Anthony’s with the parents. I enjoyed a mythos and ordered my usual: pizza with bacon, jalapenos, and gyro meat.
Then Christine threw a soup party. The highlight was definitely the black bean butternut squash chili. Jes. The cornbread was also really good.
I brought some DC United beer in honor of the upcoming season.
We played some heads up and trivial pursuit.
I was surprised by how much I liked yogi ginger tea. I need to get some.
Then we went to El Tio for some jumbo margaritas (all lime no mix), and some good food. EF was jelly of our margaritis.
We also heard Nilda got a new whip. Congrats on the 52 Chevy.
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