The divine Miss K took me out for my almost birthday last night to one of our favorite restaurants in town, the fabulous Chambar. Orgasmic food, truly, and you are a fool if you miss the Blue Fig martini, which is essentially a load of fig-soaked vodka with a teeny bowl of blue cheese on the side; the kind of drink that - if you spilled it - you'd luxuriously lap up what remnants you could from wherever it landed. I would, with no shame, curling my spine like a cat all the while. Let them stare, the fools. I had the incredible venison, cooked with boar sausage and rosemary potatoes, while Kelly went for the veal.
We were in a red mood, so Kelly got this on the waiter's suggestion - Heartland Shiraz 2005. This is one of those wines that changes rapidly as it sits open, and so every glass - practically every sip - tastes ever so slightly different than the one before. The acidic sweetness mellows into minerally fruitiness. K wasn't so impressed on the first sip, but it got dreamy pretty fast.