Panna Cotta (As In, The Best In Minneapolis)
Kickin' it with JDR and the G-ride.
This photo was taken at the vita.mn-sponsored Voltage pre-party Tuesday night at Nick & Eddie (wow, that was kind of a mouthful).
I wanted to thank manager Doug Anderson on my way out the door, but the man who had been bustling behind the bar almost all night was nowhere to be seen when it was time for me to go. See, none of the passed hors d'oeuvres were vegetarian, so Doug very kindly had a couple sent out for me from the kitchen. That's customer service, people!
He also very surreptitiously handed me a panna cotta, but my friends spotted it so then I had to share. It was, hands down, the best panna cotta I've ever had. Not gelatinous at all; only creamy and beautiful. There was a fantastic strawberry sauce on top that was so lively it just had to be a puree and not a reduction, and a chocolate meringue cookie on the side that melted in your mouth with heavenly citrus and dark chocolate taste. It was like all the elements of a fresh strawberry shortcake were reassembled into a different, more better dessert.
If God or the devil made a panna cotta, it couldn't possibly taste any better than this one.
Babe, I love ya, but it's about time someone said something to you about that lovely, giant, blank white canvas called YOUR FOREHEAD.
Have you seen the before-bangs-and-after-bangs pix of Christina Ricci? 10 years GONE from her age by covering that lightbulb forehead of hers up, honestly.
Consider that you're also a local celeb. You're going to be photographed more than most people, and don't want to be immortalized looking like you're wearing a wig pulled too far back on your head. Having a big ole' forehead isn't a flaw, but isn't exactly an asset you want to showcase, either. Consider this, before you just react.
You are SO gorgeous, but just because a certain hairstyle is trendy doesn't mean it looks good on you. I just want to come over, blow your hair up into something that respectably matches your profession (sex writer), cut you some nice blunt bangs, and kiss the Wednesday Addams look goodbye. I'm not saying 'let's slut you up', but let's at least give that beautiful hair some personality to match your own, and cover up that graffiti canvas above your eyebrows.
Love and kisses,
An agonized old queen
Posted by:Coco | April 21, 2008 at 12:14 AM
I deleted your double comment, assuming you didn't do so just to drive the point home. I can't really wear bangs due to my hair's texture and the direction in which it grows. Besides, bangs require time for that two-week maintenance trim and the patience to style them correctly (see Gretchen in photo above), not to mention a contingency plan in the summer so the greasy strings don't stick to your forehead. Without those things (which I lack), you end up looking like the unfortunate remainder of chicks with bangs: a mass of accidental lady newscasters.
Posted by:Alexis | April 21, 2008 at 08:02 AM
Alexis's forehead is magnets.
Posted by:Max "Bunny" Sparber | April 21, 2008 at 12:45 PM
that lovely, giant, blank white canvas called YOUR FOREHEAD.
I noticed DeRusha's forehead before yours. I wonder what he would look like with bangs.
Posted by:taulpaul | April 21, 2008 at 01:29 PM
Okay, now we know. Jason and Alexis, with bangs.
Posted by:chuck | April 21, 2008 at 01:47 PM
I should've sent you this much earlier, sorry, but here you go.
Posted by:Christian | April 22, 2008 at 10:18 PM
Thanks! I unlinked because Mr. Moustache doesn't like to be associated with me (something about his pristine reputation).
Posted by:Alexis | April 22, 2008 at 10:32 PM
I went to Nick and Eddie's recently, and got the butterscotch pudding while my husband got the chocolate roll up. Both were to great. I am trying to rationalize going back multiple times to try their other desserts, and I'll add the panna cotta to the list.
Posted by:Girl Detective | May 04, 2008 at 09:41 AM