My cousin Bob started a new job recently. He was immediately invited to the office Christmas party. It'll be at The Herbfarm.
Since my cousin Bob's tastes run toward Red Baron pizza and Swanson's pot pies, I've offered to go to The Herbfarm in his place, promising to stock my freezer and clean my microwave so he can dine on his favorite foods while I get my first taste of chef Jerry Traunfeld's culinary extravaganza -– nine-course, five-hour studies in herbal alchemy and exacting wine pairings that cost about $180 per diner. Bob didn't fall for my tricky entreaties.
Of course, I'm envious.
Restaurants get a fair amount of holiday business. Here ae simmering questions: Where is your company having its Christmas party? Pacific Grill? El Gaucho? Sea Grill? Brix 25? In a drab conference room, catered by Panda Express?