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2003-02-27 - 10:03 a.m. D. and I ate at the Dakota last night, with chef Kim Kringlie, who I kept mentally thinking of as chef Kris Kringle. We had the tasting menu -- to die for. A highlight was a salmon in some kind of crunchy crust that was enough to make you fall down on the floor and roll around for sheer delight. I never went there before because the name Dakota, to me, sounds like some kind of Western-themed steakhouse, but it's actually a French/Creole contemporary cuisine. As wonderful as the food was, the service was just as spectacular. There is a lot of wine knowledge there too. Impressive. I wore the North Beach leather green dress again, "like crockwork" boots, actual croc bag. D. wore the Versace suit. I think we were the best-dressed people there frankly, but I wonder if I'm overdoing the green dress a little. Ronnie's eye is much better this morning. She insists that she is well, and she and Courtney keep talking back and forth, hoping to be put together again, but I need to keep her separated for treatment until next Wednesday. Cookie is caught in the middle of the back-chat, so he sometimes adds his two cents and sometimes contents himself by blissfully ringing his bell. later Visited the UCM ("you see 'em") Museum in Abita Springs. It gives pause for pondering as to just what the terms "folk art" and "outsider art" really mean, because I always had the impression that founder and artist John Preble was the official town booster and promoter of Abita Springs -- far from being an outsider by my definition. I mean, every time there is so much as a garage sale in Abita Springs, there's an interview in the paper with John Preble. So I figured him for one of these energetic town booster types. I had no idea that he was also an extremely active and apparently rather well-known local artist. Well, you learn something new every day. There are bottle walls, a bottle well, and at least two bottle ponds. There is also an entire mosaic shack or shed with a tin roof. Here is a detail of the "House of Shards:"
And here I was all tickled with myself because I made a mosaic birdhouse. There were also a fair number of created mummies of the Ripley "Believe it or Not" variety -- fish with alligator heads and the like. The prize was a giant "Bassigator" which was a huge mutant bass with an alligator's head. Hidden away in the confusion of old postcards and paint-by-numbers is a description of how the "Bassigator" was created.
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