Bern's about to get fucked up. There is a restaurant on Miami Beach called the Forge. It made the top two or three in Wine Spectators great steakhouses. I went there after hurricane Andrew. WS said be sure to ask for the reserve list. We asked for the reserve list and while I was reviewing it, some dude with a French accent came up and took the list from me and said "you can order nothing from this list" and walked off. I was like WTF and the waiter explained they had a huge insurance claim for wine after the hurricane. The restaurant said the wine was damaged and the insurance company said prove it. The only way to prove it was to open it, but the insurance company wouldn't pay for the opened wine. I wrote a letter to WS and I got a return letter from Marvin Shanken and a phone call from him. I explained to him what happened and he said he contacted the owner of the Forge and the owner wanted to talk to me. I called the owner Al Malnik, who graciously said the next time I was in, he wanted to buy me a glass of wine... I was like what about that $1000 meal I just had...
my sort of KK story. My former law partner's father was Fred Carter. He was a famous Nashville session writer and wrote and played the intro to the S & G's the Boxer. He said there were always musicians hanging around. He said when he was little kid this hippy dude who didn't bath often slept on their couch for a couple of months until his mother ran him out. Yep it was KK.
Long Story but sounds like Warren Zevon.. A music idol of mine who was a total douche about giving an interview to friend of mine. Seems like my buddy didn't PRAISE his latest release enough. There was cursing, equipment throwing, and a simple fuck no he won't talk to you at the end. Zevon was wearing those scrunchy toes Reebok aerobic shoes anyway. Bout at size 6..
If you can find something that fits this topic better than this, let me know
The only time I ever saw my father cry
Daytona 01, the day that Senior died
It's safe to say that was the day that he finally saw
That no star burns forever, eventually they must fall
Raise hell, praise dale, death is coming for us all
The dessert room is a marketing wonder. It works like this... you enjoy your $$$ meal and wine downstairs, pay the check and then go upstairs to the dessert room. It makes you feel like you are on new money..
It's a hike to Tampa and you have make reservation way in advance BERNS Steakhouse. 500,000 bottle wine cellar. The reservations can (must be) made 60 days in advance, but you must do it on the first day it is available.
https://bernssteakhouse.com/
Agree on the Dali
Just saw this thread. My niece plays for Cal. I watched a ton of Water Polo. They couldn't pull it off v. UCLA but they should be back next year. My niece is a junior this year and has started the past two years.
I'm 64 and have always been engaged in some type of sports. Spent a lot of years running on sidewalks. First it was my knees. I lost about 25 lbs and the knees are OK now, not great but not terrible. Lately sitting at my desk or any chair other than recliner has killed my back. Playing golf or pickleball (yes I do that now) doesn't seem to aggravate it but sitting just kills me. Went to the doctor last week and got some muscle relaxers and some weak ass pain medicine. Advil worked just as good. Went back to the doctor yesterday and got a shot of cortisone and lidocaine. I felt better when I went to the doctor and a little better when I left. Played about 2 hours of pickleball, slept fine. Came to work and sat down at the computer and fuck there it is again. I listen to a golf podcast called Chasing Scratch and they have been discussing one guys back/hip issues and damn if it doesn't sound just like mine. Maybe the hip and not the back. Oh well Rant over, let me go shake my fist at the sky.