(This is a follow-up to my cry for help regarding choosing wine for a Chinois gathering.)
Last Friday, with a list of hounds' wine recommendations in hand, I scurried to my local wine merchant en route to Chinois. Based on their inventory, and the recommendation of a somewhat harried clerk, I ended up with a Neyers Zinfandel, and a Clos Pegas cabernet.
Showing up at Chinois at the appointed time, I discovered to my slight dismay that my boozehound companions had arrived early, and already started in on a wine from the restaurant's list (Ridge Zin). C'est la vie! I parked my bottles under the table, and settled in for what turned out to be a most entertaining meal.
Again, relying on our fellow hounds' recs, I went for the sizzling catfish. Homely as hell, and tasty as all get out. Indeed, I could go on about the food, as I probably should given the context of this board, but it was not the food that that really made it an event. It was the show.
As we shamelessly rubbernecked the room in search of celebrities (there's an '80's rockabilly star! there's that director guy!), we were suddenly assaulted by....Angelyne. Not merely the spectacle of the creature herself, but...her PERFUME. You simply would not believe the overpowering stench that emanated from her table. Other patrons were asking to be moved, and failing that, abandoned their meals. One member of our party had to excuse herself so she wouldn't become sick. The waitstaff assumed longsuffering expressions, and when queried, simply said, "Don't get me started...". I guess you had to be there to appreciate the humour and the quiet chaos...
Luckily, we'd already finished our lovely food, so the meal itself was not spoiled. But we aborted drinking the aforementioned bottles of wine, said a quick "smell ya later" to Angelyne, and escaped to Casa Del Mar for nightcaps.
So, a report on the wine will have to wait (the recipient has promised to drink it only in our company), but thanks again to all who offered suggestions.