Eating a Black and White cookie and listening to Jeff Tweedy bootlegs
This is a super serious Sunday. I’m kind of in love with it right now.
Serendipity 3’s $1000 Golden Opulence Sundae:
Five scoops of the richest Tahitian vanilla bean ice cream infused with Madagascar vanilla and covered in 23K edible gold leaf, the sundae is drizzled with the world’s most expensive chocolate, Amedei Porceleana, and covered with chunks of rare Chuao chocolate. The masterpiece is suffused with exotic candied fruits from Paris, gold dragets, truffles and Marzipan Cherries. It is topped with a tiny glass bowl of Grand Passion Caviar. It’s sweetened and infused with fresh passion fruit, orange and Armagnac. The sundae is served in a baccarat Harcourt crystal goblet with an 18K gold spoon to partake in the indulgence and topped with a gilded sugar flower by Ron Ben-Israel.
Seriously, I’ve been watching too many food shows recently. Not a great idea a) stoned or 2) before grocery shopping.
No Reservations in Uruguay.
Ugh Anthony Bourdain can I have your life? I just want to drink and eat buckets of meat and talk about it.
“I eat the best first, because you never know.”
This is a great example of storytelling. It’s like an oral tradition set to the beat. As Homer told the Iliad and Odyssey to speak of the Trojan War, Dr. Dre and Snoop use “Nothing but a G’ Thang” to tell a few romanticized stories of the monotony of gangsta life. I think we can all agree with Snoop’s positive message about condom usage when one is about to “dig up a bitch” and reminds us that NO pussy is “good enough to get burnt” while one is up in it.
Now, whenever I can, I go early for my flights and confuse my taxi drivers by asking them to drop me off at Arrivals. I pick up a drink and a magazine for the lulls, put on my headphones—Explosions in the Sky works well—and I watch people begin again. I watch them come off their long flights and I see their tired faces light up, their hearts explode, their knees buckle, their eyes close. Sometimes I want to ask them what they mean to each other, but most of the time it’s not hard to tell. Every time I see emotions so familiar in the faces of strangers, I’m rescued from today, from all our modern sins and plagues, again and again and again, brought back to those moments in my own life when I knew in my chest that everything would be okay.
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| — | Chris Jones for Esquire (“An Idea For Our Time,” July). |
