By Jessica Yadegaran
Wednesday, March 15th, 2006 at 2:56 pm in Uncategorized.
Never drink when you’re upset, right? Well, I’m one to believe that if the genetic gods are on your side (and they are with me, thank ’em to high heaven), a juicy glass of antioxidants can ease the tight-roped muscles in your back and soothe away a day’s anxiety.
So, that’s what I did last night.
Syrah, potato-wrapped scallops and goat cheese mac at Oola, a fabulously moody American bistro in San Francisco’s SOMA. Bon Appetit called it one of the nation’s top 50 hot spots. They’re right.
I appreciate those of you who’ve e-mailed, called or stopped me on the street to see how we’re holding up here with the looming resale of our newspaper. The Times is lucky, truly, to have readers like you, people who take such ownership of the paper. So, wanna buy us?
Just kidding. We’re going to be fine. I realized this swirling my syrah last night, listening to the laughter of friends and getting lost in the legs of that glass, wondering which way the wind was blowing in southern Australia when those grapes were growing.
That’s why it’s okay to drink when you’re down.