About Me
- She's A Good Eater
- The apochryphal story: When I was 2 and a half, my parents took me along to Ernie's, a fancy French restaurant--of the red flocked wallpaper sort--in SF. I think the waiters (that's what they were called in the 60s, not waitstaff)were a bit concerned that I would be a Terrible Two and send the patrons fleeing their duck a l'orange. But this little terror happily and quietly polished off an entire plate of escargot, much to the surprise of the waiters and the other diners. The man at the next table leaned over to my dad and admiringly said, "I can't even get my kid to eat oatmeal." (Were it drowning in as much butter as those escargots, I bet he would have). Thus I became known as a good eater, which means far more than having gourmand tendencies. This blog is dedicated to having a sturdy appetite for ideas and places as well as for edibles...and the stomach upsets (literal and metaphoric) that sometimes follow.