This was the day we all truly thought we would - at multiple points in the day - literally explode.
We didn't puss around with wafer thin mints. Full Throttle. Hammer Down. Tilt your head back, let's finish the cup (props to Mike D, Ad Rock and MCA).
If Molto Mario's rotund size is any indication, we know how he got there. When it's this good, it would be hard to turn it down.
First stop (after Le Pain Quotidien b-fast of course) was Mozza. I've already been a few times and it only gets better.
We met some new cougar friends and bonded over some fine Italian fare much of which we were too busy consuming to properly document...and that's...o.k.
We did catch Super Mario (as he will be heretofore known) just before he boxed up this delecatble smattering of pizzas.
...and then there were 4. 4 Sugars that is. In that tiny little cup of espresso. I think Mitch lost a little control of 'Bad Mitch' and didn't realize that this would eventually lead to the 1st Food Coma of the day.
If you squint, you can see Diane Keaton behind Mitch's head. The only reason I point this out (it's certainly not for her cinematic acheivements) is that her table knocked out a lot more than we did (girl was puttin' it away) and she still manages to weigh less than my boots. What the hell?!?!
PAUSE
INVOLUNTARY NAP
We Now Return to the Orgy of Food already in progress.
So...
It's evening.
We hear there's a new BLTSteak on the strip now occupying the former hallowed halls of Hollywood legend Le Dome. They have big shoes to fill. Very big.
Word on the streets is that Jilly F. knows somebody who knows somebody or something like that.
We arrive. We sit. For some reason we are thoroughly stalled by the menu layout so we decide to knock out a few apps and salads to get things rolling.
And then, before we even know what happens, you can smell in the air the gleeful panic of the gastronomical apocalypse...
The Executive Corporate Chef peeks out from that back room where all of the magic happens. Turns out that this is the 'somebody' I mentioned earlier. (Big ups to Jill) He says his hellos and is on his way back to combine strange and not so strange things into culinary delights.
From then on...it's as if we are being challenged. It's the Thuderdome of dining. We order two things, they send out 3 or 4 - compliments of the chef they tell us. I _know_ we were all sated by the end of the salad course but that was just the tip of the Titanic iceberg. By that point we had been seduced by the popovers, chicken liver pate and charcuterie. I don't even think I can recollect with accuracy the dishes we had afterwards for I would unfairly leave out something just based on sheer volume of plates.
This, however, is the result...taken at a point in the evening when we could still move. Before the second involuntary food coma.
Le WHO?
