You see, I bought a chair. I don’t really know why. I just spotted this chair in a sort of antique shop/flea market kind of spot, and liked it. It turned out to be Swedish, made of oak, and had been crafted in 1880. Who knew? I still have it, although the seat needs repair, and it’s currently stuck in a corner of our bedroom with some boxes piled on it. One of these days. But hey, a Swedish chair… perhaps the first of many new chairs (not, as it turned out). We went, semi-Swede.
March 14, 1999
Celebrates the Arrival of the First New Chair
with
The Transmogrification of a Smorgasbord
Trio of Home-Cured Fishes,
Radish Toasts, Horseradish Creme Fraiche
Chandon Reserve Cuvée 491
Jannson’s Temptation
& Eye of the Sun
Egon Müller Riesling Scharzhofberger Kabinett, 1975
Fresh Peach
& Butternut Squash Soup
Dom. Bruno Clair Marsannay Rosé, 1996
Lobster Soufflé,
Wasabi Hollandaise
Mastroberardino Lacryma Christi del Vesuvio, 1975
Cheese Plate: Himmerland Blue, Castello Blue,
Gjetost, Jarlsberg, Dill Havarti
Giuseppe Quintarelli “Alzero”, 1988
Thousand Leaves Torte
Saracco Moscato d’Asti, 1997
