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Jan. 10th, 2002 10:58 pmExhausted, but my work week(s) is in the home stretch. I was supposed to be home tonight, but last minute bugs made me miss my flight. My client paid for a hotel at the airport, the Boston Hyatt (which is a wonderful place), and a 6AM flight out tomorrow, which will get me in Atlanta at 9AM. I did get everything working, to the nearly tangible technoecstasy of everyone concerned. "Have a great dinner on us," they said, and since I'm on their expense report, I did.
The Hyatt restaurant has an amazing view of the Boston skyline from across the harbor. Shimmering water reflected the city lights and a cloudy sky catching the panorama was painted the color of wet desert hardpan. After my Stoli martini warm-up, I started with tuna tartar, which was unbelievably excellent. Raw, marinated Ahi tuna in small cubes, on sliced avocado and a thin pastry, covered in a mango curry aioli. Words cannot describe how good this was -- I memorized the flavors for my own attempt soon. I had duck breast for an entree, which was good, but the Ahi put it to shame. For dessert, I had a vanilla creme brulee, surrounded by delicious blackberries, plump raspberries, tasteless strawberries, and juicy blueberries (the blueberries made me think of you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rhondak). I also had an espresso, which did nothing to rise me from my exhaustion, and a Courvoisier cognac, which mellowed the stress into a pleasant, subconscious buzz. Total bill, including tip, $75.
I scried my fortune in the espresso grounds and saw the oldtown streets of Key West, meeting a horizon-to-horizon sea. No secret in that future. Vacation, far from email, far from cellphone coverage, is two days away.
Ah, the siren song of bed; a 4AM wakeup call is in my future.
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(One day, genetic engineering will return the taste to strawberries, while enabling enough preservation to ensure shipping. Anti-genetic activists will rabidly avoid the "FrankenStrawberries", which will leave just enough for the rest of us to savor lustfully until our doddering old age.)
The Hyatt restaurant has an amazing view of the Boston skyline from across the harbor. Shimmering water reflected the city lights and a cloudy sky catching the panorama was painted the color of wet desert hardpan. After my Stoli martini warm-up, I started with tuna tartar, which was unbelievably excellent. Raw, marinated Ahi tuna in small cubes, on sliced avocado and a thin pastry, covered in a mango curry aioli. Words cannot describe how good this was -- I memorized the flavors for my own attempt soon. I had duck breast for an entree, which was good, but the Ahi put it to shame. For dessert, I had a vanilla creme brulee, surrounded by delicious blackberries, plump raspberries, tasteless strawberries, and juicy blueberries (the blueberries made me think of you,
rhondak). I also had an espresso, which did nothing to rise me from my exhaustion, and a Courvoisier cognac, which mellowed the stress into a pleasant, subconscious buzz. Total bill, including tip, $75.I scried my fortune in the espresso grounds and saw the oldtown streets of Key West, meeting a horizon-to-horizon sea. No secret in that future. Vacation, far from email, far from cellphone coverage, is two days away.
Ah, the siren song of bed; a 4AM wakeup call is in my future.
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(One day, genetic engineering will return the taste to strawberries, while enabling enough preservation to ensure shipping. Anti-genetic activists will rabidly avoid the "FrankenStrawberries", which will leave just enough for the rest of us to savor lustfully until our doddering old age.)
