Some of you know that my birthday was last month. I turned (and I am indeed admitting this in print) 55 years old. Which is odd because I am more likely 15 inside. My party wasn’t until last week, since one of my BFFs was off in the east being feted for her charity work for St Jude’s (please, if you give at all, give to them. They do all their work on patients for free and freely share the research.) We had the gathering of 7 of us in a little place called Il Buco on Robertson just down street from the “Charlie’s Angels” building. I had a truffle risotto that was to D. I. E. die for and everyone elsa said their food was equally delish. Plus the staff gave me tiramisu with a candle in it and sang me “Happy Birthday.” If you ever find yourself in Beverly Hills, run to this place. It is that good, and not even that pricey.
Plus, I got a surprise package from the lovely Portia of samps (which I will review later) and white chocolate. I feel loved!
So I decided that since I had a Barney’s card with a zero balance and had not bought anything in years that I would A) give my bottle of Rahat Loukoum that was running low to my friend and co-worker who had smelled it in my apt and kvelled over it and B) buy another bottle. I don’t know if Uncle Serge has gotten on the reformulation train or just decided to tell the EU to stuff, it, but it’s the same boozy almond/cherry goodness I remember.
(from last years review) “Rahat Loukoum is something that on paper I should hate: sweet cherries and almond paste in the opening quickly becomes far more sensual. My bottle is sadly almost empty and I may have to go into hock with Barney’s to get another one.”
And I did. I will be paying it off for a while. but it was well worth it. Besides, I’m upping my credit rating, tight?
What have you indulged in recently? Let us know in the comments.
Image: my iPad (Yes, I know it a recycled picture. It’s still my birthday until I finish that chocolate.)