I mentioned a couple of thoughts while traveling this week in my previous post in the Friends and Fun section, which really didn’t have much to do with wine. So, I will put this one more in the spirit.
In previous posts I have chronicled dinners I have enjoyed on the road. A type I really love is the sidewalk cafe venue, whether on a sidewalk of a big city, or in an upscale mall, such as the Somerset, near Detroit, on the second floor, out from a little French bistro, in the grand entrance atrium, around a grand piano. Last week, I found a Gallagher’s Steakhouse in the Newark Airport with such an arrangement: just a low, picket-wrought iron railing separating you from the throng. There is probably a name for the fenced, patio-like structure, which juts out from the establishment proper into the space usually reserved for perambulation; but I can’t think of it. In the Airport, you encroach into a corridor with zillions of people of all ages, sizes, sexes, and degrees of interest, motion and beauty, - or not, walking around and past you - some glancing, catching a glimpse of connection, while you sip your wine. It’s a surreal way to dine.
The best treat in such an atmosphere is a huge hamburger in a brioche bun, a la the $5,000 Vegas Fleur Burger. Gallagher’s has one. It is huge and succulent. You start out with a couple of glasses of cool California Chardonnay and then order any ol' (as opposed to old) bottle of Bordeaux. It is a great way to spend a couple of hours during a delay. About as much fun as anything I can think of. Do I need to get a life, or what?
