It's Steve (now in blog form)

It’s 2:45 AM in London. And, while I should really be headed to bed, this post just can’t wait.  A few hours and many pints ago, I had a very lovely dinner at an upscale Chinese restaurant named China Tang.  This is interesting on two fronts.  First, I liberated a hand towel from from the restroom that says “Kiss Me I’m Chinese”.  Secondly, Kevin Spacey was having dinner at the restaurant in a private room.

Here’s the fun part.  I didn’t actually see him in the restaurant.  I did, however, run into him on our way out.  He was outside by himself having a cigarette.  I didn’t want to be the obnoxious American and ask to get a photo with him.  Instead I asked him to take a photo of me and my friends.

I’m proud to present you a photo of me taken by Kevin Spacey.

Ok, now I’m going to bed.

I must admit that I am a big Gordon Ramsey fan.  I’m a fan of pretty much any show that focuses on berating people who bite off more than they can chew and refuse to admit it.  (Interesting science fact: Early in human history the numbers of these people were kept down when they realized far too late that they were not faster than a cheetah. Now they all just seem to open restaurants.)

Anyway, I just finished a meal at Boxwood, Ramsey’s London restaurant.  I was lead there by Bjorn and the promise of the world’s most amazing burger.  It was pretty freakin’ spectacular to be honest with you.  It might have something to do with it being a veal and fois gras burger topped with sweet carmelized onions and a pair of onion rings.

So now I’m back in the hotel in a fatty meats semi-comatose state. Thanks, Gordon.

I should also mention the scallops in sea urchin butter starter.

Very tastey, but who is milking the sea urchins to make their delicious butter?