On Saturday I took the editor of my collection of letters “Because I Desire You” to San Domenico where I had wined and dined a few of my lady friends, a couple of male friends, a handful editors and other acquaintances.
For a while – I would say between early 2001 and late 2004 – I was known in San Domenico for ordering the tasting menu. Many a woman tasted San Domenico’s tasting menu and probably that’s one of the reasons they are still happy to see me there.
But things have changed.
Of course other people will be wined and dined in San Domenico, but I won’t insist on the tasting menu – I get tired early these days – and I’ll be honest to my partner at the table: “This meal is going to be a footnote in my life.”