Mean People Suck

I’m finally on board a Delta flight to Atlanta, my stopover, en route to Buenos Aires. The flight was scheduled to leave JFK 135 minutes ago. I’m not upset that the flight is delayed, however, if I miss my flight, I could be stuck in Atlanta for one night. No thanks.

Dredging oneself through the security lines and scanners is never a pleasant experience. Last week in Lisbon, the metal detector beeped when I went through; the only metal object that I was wearing was a watch. Nonetheless, the female guard searched and patted me down thoroughly. I don’t like being touched by strangers(although with f/f very affectionate) and I wish they would have used the hand held metal detectors -- less personal. Today, a flight attendant cut in front of me as I was putting my belongings on the moving table preceding the bag scanner. I commented to her that cutting was not appropriate when my personal belongings were already in the bins. She looked at me curtly and said, “I’m crew.” “That’s exactly why you should wait behind me and not cut when the moving table already contains my belongings,” I calmly responded. “I’m a bigger bit*h that you are and I’m gonna do what I want!!” she growled. I felt an evil presence emanate from her. Part of me wanted to respond, but I decided to back off, frightened by this woman’s anger, and offput by her negativity. She scared me. Ouch!

On Tuesday, I went to a cute little place called Nook. We drank an elegant 1966 Ducru-Beaucaillou. I couldn’t see the color very well but the nose was alluring with notes of truffles, forest floor, mushrooms and soy, all tertiary. The nose was more pronounced than the palate. Nice acid and balanced alcohol but the concentration was very subtle and the tannins were dropping off, reasons to drink now.

Yesterday, I went to Mary’s Fish Camp for lunch. I devoured a lobster roll and clams on the half shell. It was a celebratory birthday lunch with the three women in my MoW tasting group, Janine, Michele and Melissa. I don’t know the ladies very well yet so I appreciated their effort to do something special for my birthday. I love the simplicity of the food there. I drank their house cava and found a typical rubbery note on the nose.

For dinner, my sister Sandra, my niece Chloe and my brother in law Jeen took me for a belated bday dinner at Tofu House, a new Korean restaurant on 32nd Street. I was craving Korean bbq and Sandra determined that this was the best place. The rice was very, very good. The service was excellent. The soon du bo jigae, the tofu hot pot soup, was excellent. The kalbi, the short rib Korean bbq, was good but not great. The marinade had too much sugar and had spent too much time marinating. I typically marinate my kalbi with kiwi and don’t leave it on for more than 4 hours. It was nice to spend some time with my family.

I’m trying a new spin for segments of this blog, ie not all wine, as my friend S has stopped reading it because she thinks that it is too wine geeky. I’ve tried to moderate my comments to connect with a broader audience but ultimately, this blog is just for me.

I’m looking forward to my weekend in Buenos Aires, preceding my trip to wine regions of Salta and Mendoza, and my first sight of the Andes from the Argentinian vantage point.