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Ay que fancy!

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So there’s a new fancy pants Italian restaurant in my old hometown. It’s done up in a big small-town, big-restaurant style, complete with a fountain on the inside. Met up with my sister and mother for (a really lovely) lunch there today on a trip back to oversee some renovation details on the house. It was summarized best as, “The nicest place in town since the Fabulous West!”

Have to say though, changing Cove from a dry county to a wet one has done so much for restaurant potential. And it was really nice to see a menu with selection on it that wasn’t entirely Olive Garden 101. There was a pesto penne dish there that was a twin to my old Pizza Nizza favorite, and the fish dishes were pretty tasty. Still doesn’t beat my favorite Korean restaurant in Texas, though.

Also! Saw Anthony Bourdain’s Holiday Special. I love Tony, but his love of Ted Nugent is bordering on something bordering hero worship and that’s a little much for me.

(P.S. — no amount of Googling will unearth a photo of the famed Fabulous West Steakhouse. What a shame.)

FRANTIC MENSTRUAL MATHEMATICS. No Reservations, my ass.

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So I’m a big Anthony Bourdain fan. I’ve got a whole post about it coming up.

I’m a bigger fan of keeping quiet spots, quiet. So when my honeymoon spot, my beloved Petit St. Vincent, shows up in much-hyped footage of the upcoming NO RESERVATIONS season premiere, you can bet I’m going to freak the fuck out a little bit BECAUSE WE HAVEN’T MADE RESERVATIONS TO RETURN YET.

It’s no reservations, but FOR REAL.

And this place, you kind of already have to reserve your spot a year in advance. ALREADY. There are only 22 cottages on the whole island. It’s a place where people who go, come back. FOREVER. They don’t need flashy ad campaigns to stay in business. They don’t need travel deals on hotels dot fucking com to pimp their rooms and they certainly don’t need ANTHONY FUCKING BOURDAIN to come and show off to the world how very quiet and private the god damn island is.

(Cue to me immediately sending an after-hours e-mail requesting a reservation. I did this after trying to pinpoint exactly where my period will land in nine months. Yep, frantic menstrual mathematics.) DAMMIT, TONY.