Lots of broken glass yesterday…first, Abe dropped the butter dish in the kitchen while making lunch. Then, I ran over a beer bottle while parking for The Slanted Show shoot.
Could my car-ma be any worse lately?!
Luckily, we were done filming my scenes quickly and I was able to investigate the damage while it was still light out. There didn’t seem to be any, but as a precautionary measure, we drove Abe’s car downtown for an impromptu date night.
First we stopped by Hi-Lite, a friend’s art gallery:
I’m not exactly sure what this is….
…every now and then something random came down the conveyer belt…
…and made a pretty pile.
It sure was cool to walk under.
Afterwards we did a little wandering and tried to figure out where to go for dinner. I remembered a place I’d seen on “The Best Thing I Ever Ate” – Giada de Laurentis went ga-ga for their chicken pot pie.
Wood Spoon is a small Brazilian restaurant, using all local ingredients (no more than 50 miles) from California farmers. It was pretty busy, but we had no problems getting seated without a reservation.
The little details are wonderful. They bring you a carafe filled with ice water:
The cinnamon gives it a very subtle and interesting flavor – like drinking water and chewing gum (two of my favorite activities!)
I also loved the pretty little cloth napkins, which were different at every table:
But most importantly, the food was scrumptious.
I had a bite of Abe’s dinner – a purple beet salad with avocado, tomatoes, cilantro, lime and olive oil…
And one of his yam fries (which were more chewy than crisp, but seasoned perfectly).
Of course, I ordered the Chicken Pot Pie – they are handmade fresh daily, right before lunch/dinner. It comes with some mixed greens and aioli sauce.
The thin crust is flakey and the filling had an interesting spin – with hearts of palm, olives, and roasted corn. I must say that once I added the aioli, the dish sprang to life. I’m not a big mayo person, but I couldn’t stop eating it!
It wasn’t earth-shattering/life-changing like the Umami Burger (another Giada recommendation). I don’t know if I could call it “The Best Chicken Pot Pie” I’ve ever eaten. But to be fair, I haven’t consumed as many chicken pot pies (as I’ve had burgers) in my lifetime, so I don’t have much to draw comparisons to.
Still, it was really delicious, truly comforting, and I obviously enjoyed it:
While we were at the restaurant, one of the waitresses broke a glass – that makes three! Anyone know the symbolism in this?!
Back home we started watching Pressure Cooker, a movie about inner city Philadelphia high school students competing in a Culinary Arts contest for college scholarships. It was the perfect film for me and Abe (food, Philly, and documentary) but I was so tired from being up since 5am that I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
I slept a blissful 8.5 hours and am feeling energized for the day’s activities – a long walk, brunch with a friend, farmer’s market, working on “Surrogate Valentine” stuff, the “Lost” finale tonight – but first, I have to check my car’s tire and see if it deflated slowly overnight….