also stolen from a restaurant web site
i caught an evening train in brussels and rushed back to london for my friend cathy's birthday dinner at yauatcha, alan yau's superchic soho dim sum joint. the name is a mouthful but easy once you decipher it: Yau (owner of hakkasan and wagamama's) At Cha (tea).
eating dim sum at night, with towering cocktails made of exotic-sounding elixirs, seems decadent, illegal, very 2046. here's a review by a food critic, giles coren, whom i have a crush on. he appears on gordon ramsay's show "the f word" and looks sleepy and hung over but without the omnipresent british potbelly. his email address is "feedme" which is so enticing. i may email him!
cathy and darius flew in for the weekend. cathy was on her way from D.C. to frankfurt. darius dropped in from sri lanka. talk about an international couple! i met cathy in seoul when we were 19, fresh-faced all-american girls surrounded by slick angelenos in bright red lipstick. we were roommates. we both brought kerouac and forster with us, and that alone seemed like fate. she was in level four at the language school and spoke fluent korean, unlike me and our other roommate, julie, in level "basically white people" one.
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