Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Meredith describes the restaurant she checks out as "uniformly overthought and overwrought," and it's the pot calling the kettle black: if anyone can lay claim to overwrought writing, that's Meredith.
You want overwrought? Check this out:
The brightly lit Caltrain station across the street looked like a piece of modern art, as sleek as a Calatrava, as I walked toward South on a damp, cold end-of-2007 night.
The similarities are stunning.
And, thanks to my friend Dan Philips of www.gratefulpalate.com, I was aware of the delights of Australian wines when most oenophiles were joking about them as more suitable for hand-to-hand combat than for food.
You do hand-to-hand combat with wine? How does that work, you stain your opponent's favorite shirt and he goes home crying?
Meredith went to South on a cold and damp (and dark and chilly! she forgot dark and chilly!) night at the end of 2007, so maybe, just maybe, 2008 will be better.
[update: ah, hand-to-hand combats, now I get it, thanks to Anonymous in comments. In my defense, it's a Monty Python skit from 1972, so it's a reference from a different generation.]