On a hot Saturday I load up with relleno burrito and bowl of green from The Chili Stop, and set off for home with Bob Dylan slinking his sounds over the stereo. All is bliss.

Except for the broken A/C, that is. Still…..

The next time you’re partaking of the lovely creations by Ms. James, make sure you whisper to your waiter,

“…pssst!  How about some foie gras?”

It is not front and center on the menu, but they have it, and oh does she know how to cook it.  I’m getting a craving just writing this - too bad she’s not open for another 19 hours.  Start the countdown!

Another Friday afternoon and I’m hammering away at work instead of joining the rest of the kiddos here at the office for the weekly happy hour, drinking beer you can see through and chattering about sports and work and stuff. Wait, did that sound fun? My idea of a happy hour includes a cracked open young coconut. Now that’s the “other white meat”.

The title is inspired by my weeks’ travel (also the reason this blog has been slow lately) in Newark to see friends/mentors who are Jimmy Buffett obsessed. How often do you attend a work event when the opening music is Margaritaville? Exactly.