apthorpe furibundus

in which i alert you that i am in san jose. cell phone photo montage forthcoming. it involves pictures of men wearing sandals, neon San Jose Sharks beer ads, me giving a bum $5 and instructing him to only spend it on beer, a tin of skoal. there’s not much left to say here. hurry down doomsday.

Sesame Cornmeal Crusted Oyster Mushrooms
shaved Napa cabbage-grapefruit salad, black bean-Balinese pepper sauce (ed: they forgot to mention the cough, armenian cucumbers)

Stuffed Truffled Roulade
French lentil & black chanterelle ragu, roasted chestnuts, black truffle butter, smoked pimenton cream, roasted maitake & exotic mushrooms, sautéed broccoli di Cicco with currants & pine nuts, mushroom syrup

RIP lee hazlewood. you never really hurt me until the third verse of this song.

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