Fine, fine Dining

Greg generously took Larry, Curt and me out for a final Southern feast together at the finest restaurant in Williamsburg called The Fat Canary. The name comes from Colonial-era poet John Lyly's line, "Oh for a bowl of fat Canary, rich Palermo, sparkling sherry." (oddly I have a friend named Rich Palermo!!) He was referring to wines from the Canary Islands followed by Italy.

We had a great time and a gorge-ous meal! So much excellent food. It was an endless, decadent course after course feast of scallops and quail and cheeses and lovely rabbit! To top it off we had this incredible dessert where Baked Alaska mated with a Bananas Foster. (see below)



I think there is no better thing in life than good food and friends. It is timeless, ageless, and a gift from the gods. ( And Greg.) I can think of nothing better in life than this.


(This table does not even suggest the amount of food we ate!)