Style & Seduction

I always thought I was a foodie. I was wrong. I am a food snob. I grew up in a family where my parents always exposed me to variety of flavors and freshest and bestest products. If I ever had a snobbish personality, that would apply to food. And by all means, quality of food, not how expensive it is. You food snobs out there know what I mean.

I had a pleasure of visiting this city in the Midwest for a house warming partylast year. Before the party, we went to errands to pick up food for the party. The last place we stopped by was a local grocery store with a full service fish counter and butcher. Not to mention that their selections of products are fresh and unique, but this place has a charm and style.

I wonder if there are butchers or grocery stores in L.A. that offer the service we used to get back in the day? Are there bucther that sells veggie-fed, no antibiotic or hormone added, organic meat in Los Angeles? Does it actually exist or am I being a dreamer?

My food journey in L.A. still continues.

I had a brunch with my potential suitor at The French Laundry…

Yes, it was more than “worth” 5-hour of traveling (including the waiting time at the airport) to meet with this posh suitor at the lovely dining place!

Many amazing companions are in their 30s. Some gentlemen even told me that I’m one of very few companions in their 20s they’d chose to meet. I sometime feel that I’m a bit too young to be a well-rounded companion. Few more years. I’m almost there.

He likes to surprise me. In a good way, of course.

It was a rare rainy morning in LaLa Land. The rain had stopped a couple of hours before we met at a restaurant at Chateau Marmont.

“Right on time as usual,” he said. As we hugged and shared the joy of reunion of our friendship, he slid a gift bag from Pasotti across our table. “Thank you,” I said, and picked up the gift bag and placed it right next to my purse on the table. Neither of us did mention about it until it started raining at the outside are of the restaurant. The next hour we kept engaging in our conversations to catch up out lives in the past three months. And then all the suddedn, I felt a rain drop on my forehead.

“Open up the bag,” he said.

I said, “Now? Perhaps we should go back inside first.”

He didn’t verbally respond to me. My instinct was telling me that it was the time to open it. So I did.

The bag was stuffed. First, I saw a lingerie set from Kiki De Montparnasse. The beneath it was a message card filled with benjamins. I giggled and looked at his face. I knew he was doing it on purpose, to embarrass me in the public place in his own charming way. He is always neat when it comes to finance. He always takes care of my fees prior to our meeting and then do it on purpose. It’s just his way of showing generosity and sharing some fun moment together. There was a big smile on his face. He said, “There’s more.” I digged in the bag deeper, but still trying to hide the sexy lingerie and the envelop filled with cash from the peeps in the area. There, I found a Pasotti umbrella.

I said, “Thanks…but I live in LA. I don’t think I will use it even once a year.” He said, “Well, then, it’s the time. I’m glad that I did insist you to open it here. It was worth it.” I giggled and said, “What a waste!” He smiled and said, “I’m just contributing to the economy whenever I can…besides the fact that I like to surprise and make you giggle. Open the umbrella and let’s go back to inside.”

An hour later, we headed back to his room 69.

I haven’t had another chance to use the zebra-patterned umbrella since then.

We said Au Revoir to our 72-hour gallavant into the culinary world of Paris. It was 10 a.m. and we had a little time to kill before our supposedly last dining in Paris, noon reservation at La Table that our hotel concierge made for us upon check-in to the hotel. I and T grabbed a cup of cafe creme and walked around Rue St Honore and the Jardin just outside.

After checking out and leaving our luggage to our limo driver, we made our way to the 16th Arr. Sundays in Paris, especially in the more residential areas of the city, are deader than the Financial District of NYC after 6 p.m. We got to the La Table about few minutes early, apparently we must’ve been one of the first reservations of the day. T and I made our first visit to Paris few months ago, and we both loved our dinner at La Table. On the inaugural trip there was no doubt that everything tasted was exceptionally prepared and gorgeous to look at.

The lunch at La Table was absolutely wonderful. T is a foodie (unlike D from the previous post), and he kept saying what really stood out about this Michelin one-star was their service. The staff of La Table treated us to an amazing experience and although the service is what will bring him back to this place and what’s tempting him to try Joël Robuchon’s other place - L’Atelier. Silly you, T! Paris is the most romantic place on earth and people fall in love with the city itself—and with your company. Why not? We’re in Paris.

There are little capitals in the world where the seafood is so good. Where to eat a good oyster in Paris? Basically everywhere.

Here are my two favorites:

Le Duc (243,bd Raspail,75014). I love this restaurant for the exceptional fish preparation. The oysters are wonderful too.

Dessirier( 9,place du Maréchal Juin,75017). The seafood restaurant of Michel Rostang. The oysters can’t be fresher and the service can’t be nicer.

And oysters are sensual sometime.

I like Caravaggio’s works over Rubens’. I like the Arts to be a bit valgar.

A conversation with D:

D: I finished reading Gene Wolfe’s book you recommended.
Me: How did you like it?
D: Loved it. Can’t stop thinking about you.
Me: You’ve had enough of me.
D: Can’t have enough of you.
Me: How so?
D: You are the only woman I know who likes Gene Wolfe.

Some questions I get asked every now and then, some are not but I thought you might want to know.

What our date will be like?

Every encounter is unique. If I can leave a smile on your face even a week after our encounter, my wish is fulfilled!

What do you wear at our date?

I like it simple, elegant and stylish. If there is something special you would like for me to wear for you- in public or in our non-public time- feel free to ask. I am usually willing to wear anything you wish to bring along, or send me a gift certificate from your favorite store and I will find it upon your request.

Do you meet women and/or couples?

Yes.

How about disabled clients?

I recently had a wonderful experience with a disabled gentleman, who was referred to me by a lovely lady. If there’s a chance to spend time with wonderful gentlemen, your able-ness is not an issue as ,long as  you could tell me your physical capabilities at the beginning of our communications so that I can offer you a best possible experience at our encounter.

Do you mind to provide incall?

Of course not. Just ask. Keep in mind that the accommodation fees need to be paid in advance at the time of booking.

* I’ve been spending a lot of my time at pool. Doing few laps before breakfast has become my daily routine these days.

* I’ve been travelling a lot to up north last several months. I love visiting there. I can’t complain!

* Great dining places: I finally visited Providence for a dinner. And also I recently found an amazing Californian cuisine place. I don’t share the place here because it has become my favorite casual dining place on the weekends. As much as I’m fond of a place like Providence, I’m a big fan of mom and pop dining place with great food!