Speechless is what I was on this rare evening when I met Mr. Wynton Marsalis several weeks ago. During a private event where I was one of the fifty luckiest people in DC to attend, I had the sheer pleasure of hearing Mr. Marsalis up-close and personal as he played several pieces within arm’s reach.
There are those moments in life when being in the presence of greatness either makes you questioned your existence or make you claim who you are. I’m still claiming who I am as my encounter with Ms. Norman has forever changed me. Ms. Norman – – I thank you for taking a chance on life
In route to Florence I began anticipating another delightful gastronomic experience at Dino’s. Since my first encounter in 2003 with the Cinghiale in Dolceforte (wild boar in a chocolate sauce), I make sure every trip to Florence incorporates a grand serving of this amazing dish and this return was no exception. But first a little
Back in Livorno today and I decided it was time to post this pieces after visiting several times and ending up with several different opinions / interpretations on this dominating and very powerful monument. Statue of the Four Moors – Piazza Micheli This monument commemorates the victory over the Ottomans in North Africa
OK – – not much to say on this one. It truly speaks for its self. Just when questioning if Santa could get any fattier, I ran into this. The “FATTEST” Santa Ever!!! Made from 100% FAT!!! Only in Barbados right. And I thought my body fat percentage was high. Up Next: The
Big Hair / Big Appetite with two Big Personalities!!!! The Inn at Little Washington – – Patrick O’Connell Up Next: Two Divas in Three weeks!!!! Return to: “Current Posting”
Back from Palm Beach / Miami and I’m missing the warmth – – the count down is definitely on for spring. After getting my south Florida fix, I found myself in a Capri state of mind, which took me back to my last visit to this isle of luxury and beauty. It’s no secret but,
I decided the first posting of the New Year should focus on the defining luxurious experience I encountered upon moving to Washington DC in 1999. This experience set the course of what has become a life long exploration into fine dining and the finer things in life. It all started at The Hay Adams. Not
April 18th After a great start in Monaco we were off to Portofino, well almost. Due to new regulations, ships are now required to dock two miles off shore which made it impossible to dock in Portofino. The plan was to dock in Portofino, head over to Santa Margherita for lunch and then have a
