29 September 2005
Gaelic & Garlic
(photos: WMD "mans" the grill. LP whips up some magical potatoes. Beautiful evening.)
The "Gaelic & Garlic" cooking sensation of Perchard & Dell’Olio sponsored a very sophisticated-very adult dinner party at Chez Bags in Cohasset last weekend. If my culinary vocabulary were not limited to that of a 70s-era Shake-n-Bake commercial, I would be better able to describe the succulent feast for the eyes and belly set before us.
The celebratory dinner was in honor of Auntie's and Bags' nuptials almost one year ago and all attendees were as joyful as Patch, running excitedly from room to room throwing around the love with boundless abandon.
The Cakebread was flowing and, at times, taboo topics, like conversational gasoline, hovered too close to the flickering candles, as did Dreama's pointy finger.
And sometimes the Cakebread hovered too close to my pointy head and Goy's, forcing us to finish it off.
Everyone was starting to look alike, Scott Cyr "points" out.
Then it was time to dance.
Within our circle of friends, no evening is too softly-lit or refined that it cannot degenerate into something resembling a curbside ruckus outside of the Quencher Tavern. After exorcising Norma Desmond from Dreama's soul, we decided to give Mini Bags a special birthday gift: An unprovoked assault of roundhouse kicks and piledrivers.
But even that could not prevent Mini Bags from being a total party asshole.