Osteria Mozza, somewhere in front of a Verdicchio, Pinot Nero, Montepulciano. I remember the order, but it's not important. At some point, I was driving around town, looking for a place to pop in on, somewhere to take care of me for dinner. Honestly, It's been a long day. I taught 3 classes and shot a fitness video and I'm tired -- somehow because they were pairing wines with everything I ordered. Everything. I'm wiped...so wiped, there's a lot of editing happening in this typing behind the scenes. LA in the last bits before the holidays is like this floating ghost town - so beautiful and empty, and I guess that's what brought me to my wandering, my need to find something grounding at the finest restaurant in town...somewhere where they knew my name. Sad but true. Amazing, amazing.
