Thursday, June 07, 2012
Friday, June 01, 2012
I exist on the periphery of tragedy. Eleven years ago, I was five blocks away from the hole formerly known as the World Trade Center and now known as the Freedom Tower. A year later, a giant portion of the northeast was enveloped in darkness, and I'm pretty sure my block was one of the first to get power. Last March, I was in Tokyo during the biggest earthquake in Japan's history, and a few months later (this really wasn't a tragedy but it does fall into the category of holy-shit-that-was-intense), Mrs. Gastro missed her epidural window and had a drug-free childbirth (she was a total rockstar). It has been quite the decade, but not even a former sommelier of Georges Perrier could prepare me for a chance meeting with him at Iron Hill Brewery last night.