HO-LEE HELL

Three hours.  Nine courses.  I can honestly say it was a culinary experience that so far surpassed any other I've ever had that I'm at a loss to describe it.  I ate fried shrimp heads for God's sake.

As my mother said as we put on our coats to leave, "I knew you could do that with booze, but I didn't know you could do it with food."

Tonight, the Heinekes and John's friend Mickey ate at Andrew Michael Italian Kitchen.  It was an experience, and one that, done in the presence of four foodies, made me realize how woefully uneducated I am when it comes to dining.

And that I'm okay with that.  I live a life rich with true connoisseurs, and I let their expertise and studious enjoyment carry me through that which I do not always understand myself.  But even a mac 'n' cheese junkie like me knows an exceptional meal when she eats it.

My God, I am full. 

And now I'm going to go sleep for about a thousand hours...