Happy New Year!
I'd love to say that what we have here is some paid advertising, but you're probably not going to believe a thing I say anyway, after the last posting. White Star has been my champagne of choice for years. This holiday season, it comes in a jolly red tin, the sort of thing that you're sure you can find some use for, but in vain. Autant que je sache, White Star is Moët's second-best non-vintage champagne; I find the top-of-the-line product, Brut, too dry and peppery. (If I were a millionnaire, I'd get used to Schramsberg - assuming that I could find it.) In any case, I hope that you're tucked in somewhere with a nice cold bottle of something sparkling. Kathleen and I are home alone as usual, with four and a half ounces of sevruga that ought to last through the weekend. After a dinner of Tournedos au Roquefort, we'll watch our New Year's Eve movie, Woody Allen's Radio Days. And dream about that alternative universe in which we would ring in the New Year at the King Cole Bar.
