(TEMPORARY EDITOR'S NOTE: The following email was received following our posting of today's blog which was guest written by our wine columnist, M. Bob Freeley. We found it interesting to say the least.)
Dear Sirs:
I read with great interest your column today in which your columnist, Mr. Freeley, mentioned our "Mystery Meat" chow mein. If Mr. Freeley was insinuating that we, somehow, stole your precious monkey for our mystery meat of the week special, I have to say that I am somewhat offended.
We run a reputable operation here at Wok of Gibraltar. We are aboveboard in all of our activities, and get very few severe filth violation write-ups from the city's health department.
I want to go on record right now as saying we paid good money for that monkey...more than he was worth judging from the overall reviews of last night's special. Besides, I'm not even sure he was your monkey.
I demand an apology immediately.
Sincerely,
Elmo Chan, Jr.
Owner,
Wok of Gibraltar Asian/African Fusion Restaurant and Snack Bar
OUR PUBLISHER RESPONDS:
Mr. Chan,
Thank you for your kind letter. We appreciate your loyalty to our publications. If there is anything we can ever do for you, please let us know.
Sincerely,
Guy Cerwilhelm
Publisher
Friday, July 14, 2006
The Steve Cook Tragedization - Day II (2 if you're not Roman)
Well, hello everyone. M. Bob Freeley here. Hope you remember me. I'm the wine columnist for West End's Best Magazine, and today I'm here filling in for the still-missing Steve Cook.
I must say I missed bringing you my regular reviews of great wines over the past few weeks. I was away on a somewhat forced "vacation." I won't say much about where I was. Suffice it to say that Betty Ford and I don't totally see eye to eye as to what constitutes a problem.
Anyway, I get back in town last night, and first thing I hear is that Steve and his monkey are missing in the Fan. Speaking of the Fan, I enjoyed a Fantastic evening at that new Fan eatery. It's an Asian/African fusion place called Wok of Gibraltar.
I'm not sure just what was in the Mystery Meat Chow Mein, but what I can tell you is that it provided the perfect pairing for a frisky little bottle of a merlot, which teased me to "go on and have a second bottle." I resisted that tantalizing temptation, but what I couldn't resist was a naughty little shiraz that, by the third or fourth glass, was shouting "G'day Mate."
The lovely waitress suggested I give the bottle a little time to breathe. I told her I'd do even better than that, I'd give the bottle mouth-to-mouth. Ha Ha. That one's always good for a laugh down at the corner watering hole. Although the waitress didn't seem to find it as funny as do my fellow wine lovers. Perhaps, something got lost in the translation.
Anyway, the meal was a true delight, as were the wines. I topped the evening off with a randy little dessert wine that was so easy to sip in to, before I knew it, I was pounding on the bottle, much as I would on a bottle of Heinz Catsup, to make sure I didn't miss a drop.
I just might head back downtown today. You know...to help look for Steve, and to check out that new wine and beer bar, Brewjolais. I enjoy a good wine, but, truth be told, there isn't anything more thirst quenching than a gourmet can of PBR. So, if you're out and about, and we happen to meet, you can buy me a drink. And, if you happen to see Steve, give us a shout.
Until next time, this is M. Bob Freeley, saying "Bottoms up!"
I must say I missed bringing you my regular reviews of great wines over the past few weeks. I was away on a somewhat forced "vacation." I won't say much about where I was. Suffice it to say that Betty Ford and I don't totally see eye to eye as to what constitutes a problem.
Anyway, I get back in town last night, and first thing I hear is that Steve and his monkey are missing in the Fan. Speaking of the Fan, I enjoyed a Fantastic evening at that new Fan eatery. It's an Asian/African fusion place called Wok of Gibraltar.
I'm not sure just what was in the Mystery Meat Chow Mein, but what I can tell you is that it provided the perfect pairing for a frisky little bottle of a merlot, which teased me to "go on and have a second bottle." I resisted that tantalizing temptation, but what I couldn't resist was a naughty little shiraz that, by the third or fourth glass, was shouting "G'day Mate."
The lovely waitress suggested I give the bottle a little time to breathe. I told her I'd do even better than that, I'd give the bottle mouth-to-mouth. Ha Ha. That one's always good for a laugh down at the corner watering hole. Although the waitress didn't seem to find it as funny as do my fellow wine lovers. Perhaps, something got lost in the translation.
Anyway, the meal was a true delight, as were the wines. I topped the evening off with a randy little dessert wine that was so easy to sip in to, before I knew it, I was pounding on the bottle, much as I would on a bottle of Heinz Catsup, to make sure I didn't miss a drop.
I just might head back downtown today. You know...to help look for Steve, and to check out that new wine and beer bar, Brewjolais. I enjoy a good wine, but, truth be told, there isn't anything more thirst quenching than a gourmet can of PBR. So, if you're out and about, and we happen to meet, you can buy me a drink. And, if you happen to see Steve, give us a shout.
Until next time, this is M. Bob Freeley, saying "Bottoms up!"
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