It would be nice to reach a state of organization whereby I am no longer a month behind on my blog posts. To dream…to dream….
February was dominated by continued recovery from pneumonia, with a dash of fine dining thrown in. I spent the first two weeks of the month slowly regaining my health and strength, grateful that the run to Quebec had not set me back at all. I worked my way back to 4 days a week at the gym for an hour of cardio each session plus strength training. I felt on top of the world again.
I spent the first weekend in February in NYC with friends for our annual Broadway getaway. This year we stayed at the very cozy and posh 76 Park Avenue Hotel. Just our luck many guests at the hotel were in town for the Westminster Dog Show with cute little toy dogs in tow. They were everywhere and adorable! Our chosen play was Mamma Mia and I loved it. The music (all ABBA of course) was fun and at the end of the show the whole audience was up off our seats belting out Dancing Queen under the flashing stage lights. It's in these happy moments I close my eyes and think to myself "Life is too good, something bad is probably going to happen henceforth to maintain justice in the universe".
Restaurant week began Feb 16th and my supper club had a dinner at a different DC establishment scheduled every night. (Restaurant week is when fine restaurants normally $100+ a dinner offer a prix fixe menu for only $35. It happens twice a year and is a great opportunity to sample some of the region's best cuisine.) All of the dinners were delightful but our dinner at Citronelle stood out as a shining star. Best food of my life, second only to Le Cinq in Paris. In addition to the sensational tastes of what we were served I should comment on the presentation of the food - it was creative and beautiful. We were there for 4+ hours, laughing and chatting and left with a copy of the restaurant's cookbook in hand. One of my tablemates took some great shots of the courses and I shall post them once she sends them onto me.
Alas, all the social gatherings and public exposure to people in DC every day resulted in a relapse of my pneumonia. So I spent the next two weeks after the fabulous restaurant week recovering *again* and losing ground at the gym.
Next up: March recap. And what an activity packed month it has been so far...