Jeremy:
THANKS FOR THE SHOES! They killed last night.
There's alot to be written about being a Beardie nominee, sitting in that audience waiting to hear the winners announced
for hours is a roller coaster ride that I would not have missed. And, for all my skepticism about awards in general there were many moments that were meaningful. The tribute to Totonno's pizza was cool. Feeding America infomercial and the hands down best speaker of the night: Jack Arnold, who just owned the room with dry drawling wit.
Eating, like 4 pounds of octopus carpaccio and uni cuban sandwiches was cool. Minor disappointment: the Illy capsule espresso maker doesn't offer Nespresso a challenge at ALL. I want Illy to do better as they are way cooler.
Drinking at events like this is more a matter of avoiding drinking too much for me. Champagne at the Terroir afterparty was delicious, that was the real moment. (With Rocket To Russia blasting.) The Terroir afterparty was so blissfully fucked up that it's hard to imagine it being better if I were wearing a medallion with Lex Luthor on it! What would have happened if I won? A nuclear explosion on East 12th Street?
Paul Grieco, human fireball. David Flaherty, criminal mastermind.
The amazing support of all my friends was a bit overwhelming
Seeing so many people from my restaurant life was surreal. Note to self: go OUT in Boston & get to Myers and Chang already.
In retrospect, being a dark horse for the nomination suits me just fine. Kudos to The Korn Group.
The sneakers were a loaner from friend Jeremy and changed my life. They were real Nikes so they were not only sick shiny but actually bouncy and sneaker-y. Awesome.
OH, and it's Sampanthavivat!
PHOTO: MICHELLE STRAUSS OHNSTAD
I usually quote Prince, I don't care to win awards... but let's be real here. My nomination from the James Beard House for Best Restaurant Graphics is cool.
