MIAMI DINING UPDATE
There's a restaurant we like in Coconut Grove called George's in the Grove, which is run by a
completely insane colorful French person named, appropriately enough, George. Last week I was in there and saw this poster in the men's room:
There is an old saying in my family, passed down through the generations, and it goes like this: "If you have an opportunity to witness the Beaujolais Nouveau heralded by kangaroo at a crazy dance party with DJ La DeDa and DJ Trendy Wendy, you do not pass up that opportunity."
And so last night we went to George's, where there were in fact three kangaroos -- a mom, a dad, and a baby -- heralding the Beaujolais Nouveau, which they did mainly by standing around looking nervous. The staff was dressed in (Why not?) Australian garb; George himself was wearing what I think was supposed to be an aborigine outfit, probably from Big Norm's Aborigine Outfitters. Here's an exclusive photo of me, George and the baby kangaroo. Shortly after this photo was taken, the 'roo tried to bite George, and I don't think anybody blamed it.