Au Revoir Ma Petite...

There comes a time when a parent must let their child go off and travel on their own without parental chaperone or other adult assistance. It happened to me less than 48 hours ago. My 16 years old daughter boarded a night plane. Destination: Paris, France. She will be spending Christmas and New Year in the City of Lights and Maitre of all things sugary. This was not going to college, for a job interview, nor undergoing a special medical procedure.....it was during her winter break from high school. Lucky girl. Nice mom....

Being the parent, I was more nervous than she. I'd categorize her as an indoor cat. Isolated, protected, not certain of her survival skill....I fear on her own, she may end up being on the news. CNN's Headline: American Girl found in gutter near Eiffel Tower. (there is no gutter near Eiffel Tower) Dependant, lazy, and detached...she leaves everything to me when we are traveling together. So, when the opportunity arose that she could travel by herself, needless to say, I was quite weary.

Her grandmother and I took her to the airport. On the drive to the airport, at the airport, and while waiting with her in the airport, she received a mega dose of lectures, speeches, instructions, and warnings. We accompanied her until she enters the plane and the sight of her was no more.

Inside I was very excited and happy for her as I can imagine for a young girl traveling to the most gorgeous city in the world and without the annoying mom and micro managing granny....this is her first taste of freedom and adulthood. Bonjour Paris....!

As a mother nevertheless, I still needed to give the appearance of genuine concern and harrass her one last time until I see her again in 10 days.

I am confident that she will be fine. She has no choice. I am not there to help her. She must grow. Traveling alone does that....

Male Bonding at Matador

In a nondescript little strip mall in Costa Mesa resides a men’s home away from home. “It’s the living room that the wife won’t let you have”, jokes Mark, a member of Matador Alcove. Welcome to a gentlemen’s club: boy’s night out where culture, brotherhood, and camaraderie come together.

For a $200 annual membership fee, men can hang out to liberally smoke cigars, concoct special drinks at the bar, and watch sports on a huge plasma all they want without guilt and most importantly, be themselves and have a grand old time doing what guys do best: shoot the breeze. Members love that the front door has a window opening from inside to see who is entering. The owner, David Zimmerman, is the hospitable host of this testosterone filled lair. Aside from chilling in this Spanish themed crib, he organizes special event for members to partake at a reasonable additional cost. The group is luxuriously taken care of as they ride in a limo to enjoy a Lakers game and if there is wine tasting at Matador, tipsy members can take the London style cabbies safely and comfortably back home.

Matador is also a metrosexual’s haven where grooming services such as facial, waxing, massage and hair cutting are available to anyone. Inside this club houses a five chair hair salon where stylist, John Alanouf is the talent behind the men’s well coiffed hair. This masculine sanctuary also sells men’s skincare, hair products, and fragrance. Members also have access to a private locker with a personalized name plate; an Australian named his “Kiwi.” No gentlemen’s club is complete without an attractive female concierge cum receptionist who is part of the house fixture to answer questions on the local scene and make all your reservations.

“The Modern Gentlemen: A Guide to Essential Manners, Savvy and Vice” is the club’s bible where members truly want culture, education in refinement, and some fun in their establishment.
Matador’s vibe is cool and cozy, like a retro hip bachelor’s pad. Spanish Matador paintings adorn the walls and glass cases displaying iconic symbol of the finer things in life are part of the club’s look. While his wife is at their kid’s dance class, instead of being home alone, Mike visits his watering hole to enjoy a St. Germaine and smokes a stogie before returning to his abode. Someone commented, “We create this as our own house”. Although the gentlemen strive to keep the place kosher, but with a handful of dudes, sooner or later conversation can get pretty risqué. Mike laughs, “Like a classy locker room.” No subject is taboo and the men are authentic in their being. The energy is unpretentious as there is no agenda except friendship and relaxation. While a father gets his haircut, his young son enjoys a game of chess with the owner. One member lives in Laguna Beach but has lots of business in Costa Mesa; Matador has become his office.

Like women, men need guy time and want connection too. It is a healthy and positive outlet for men to be nurtured in their own way in an unthreatening and casual atmosphere with other men. Wives need not worry as there is neither questionable activity nor incriminating material to be found. Mr. Zimmerman wants to create the kind of traditional old school gentlemen’s club found in England and in the East Coast but catered to the modern men with emphasize on joie de vivre. He hopes to create a franchise and is constantly seeking different companies to cater to his clientele. How about a trip to Vegas in a private jet? That’s coming up!

www.NewportBeachMagazine.com February 2009 Issue

Spa Tisari, an Asian Inspired Sanctuary

An unknown secret nestles in the sleepy plaza of Lake Mission Viejo. There is a day spa showcasing Thai and Indonesian themed treatments where one comes to experience tranquility, spiritual reflection and exotic nurturing in a Zen setting overlooking the water.

Spa Tisari offers many unique spa services, yoga and Pilate class, a monthly membership and their own signature face and body skincare line comprising a cornucopia of products. Choosing from Tisari’s spa menu is like picking only one dessert from a gourmet sweet shop. In addition to the classics, a wide array of exotic services is what makes this establishment appealing.

If you’re long overdue for a facial, Bali Hai is the 911 you need to call. Your face will thank you after these nearly 2 hours of nurturing treatment. After a relaxing facial massage, a gommage of Salicylic Acid with micro beads is used to exfoliate then to be physically brushed for further debris removal. Then every square inch of your face is examined and extracted as necessary for this is the most important part of a facial; it is detoxifying and in preparation for a healthier skin. A germicide, Acne Complex astringent, is applied while a high frequency electrode glides the face to force oxygen into the skin by killing bacteria and drying excessive oil spots. Depending on your skin type, your esthetician will choose an appropriate mask to be followed by a serum of Vitamin C and collagen whereby it is forced deeply beyond the dermis by a galvanic machine. With its frequency wave penetrating the product, the result is 3-5 days of youthful glow. To finish off is a toner, 2 layers of moisturizers and a Bota-Peptide contour eye cream. There is also the high profile 02 Intraceutical Facial where oxygen is embedded in the skin to plump and smooth; a series is recommended for maximum result. A fave among celebrities, supposedly Madonna couldn’t get enough so she owns the machine.

A first timer should look into Regional Healing Treatments which incorporate a wide variety of different modality of massages, body scrubs using exotic Asian spices, honey or fruit based wraps, and aromatic floral bath soaks. It’s a “tasting menu” to sample different goodies.

A unique import is the holistic Traditional Thai Massage. While you lie on a floor mattress dressed in scrubs, the therapist stretches, pushes, pulls, and sits on you. There involves movement on your part. This therapy is an exchange of energy during your focused breathing and mental mantra chanting; letting go of the outside world is your goal. It has many positive health benefits and is said to relieve certain medical ailments. The Hot Jade Stone Therapy uses hot Chinese Jade to ease pain and soothes tight muscles. It is unimaginable to get up after this highly relaxing massage as slumber in Bliss Ville takes over. Elevate into Nirvana with the Shirodhara Crowning Glory as it concentrates on the neck and head while warm Indian oil drips to the middle chakra to unblock energy flow. The Hawaiian style Lomi Lomi uses elbow power to create a unique sensation in loosening those tense muscles. Whichever massage you chose consistency will yield many physical benefits as the body detoxifies and improves other biological functions.

Spa Tisari proposes a Wellness Program with three types of membership. Included with your choice treatment are a yoga or Pilate class, a Japanese salts whirlpool bath, and 10% off other treatments.

Relaxed and content, sitting outside the spa’s patio enjoying the serene lake view and sipping warm ginger tea is the Zen way to forget life’s hustle and bustle.

www.NewportBeachMagazine.com February 2009 Issue

Canaletto Ristorante Veneto Brings Authenticity to Newport Beach

There’s no longer a need to travel transatlantic to experience the exciting cuisine of Italy’s Veneto region. With its flagship restaurant in Las Vegas’ Venetian Hotel being the company’s most successful establishment, President and CEO of IL Fornaio Michael Beatrice and Executive Chef Maurizio Mazzon bring their vision of authentic Venetian fare to Fashion Island.

This multi-lingual chef, born and raised in Marcon, Veneto, created Canaletto’s menu which is inspired by his homeland’s varied resources. Italy’s richest region, Veneto, has seven provinces in which each produce unique and wonderful culinary delights: mushrooms from the Dolomites, olive oil from Lago di Gardia, cheese from Asagio, asparagus from Bassano to games from Cortina. Fresh and quality organic ingredients in the menu reflect the abundance that is Mazzon’s epicurean passion.

Canaletto’s signature dishes include the famous Risotto Seppie Nere, a bold and flavorful black risotto made from Adriatic cuttlefish directly imported from Chioggia and its famous ink with shrimp and scallops. A diner had complimented Canaletto’s being better than the one he had eaten in Venice, and having traveled thrice in the magical city myself, I would have to concur. The kitchen, designed by Chef Mazzon, contains a Risottoria, a special station for preparing risottos. For seafood lovers, go visit the Mercato Veneto, a daily display of seafood just behind the restaurant’s second bar. Also, try the Vermicelli Cassopipa, a house made pasta with fish ragu, clams, mussels, and shrimp served tableside in a clay pot.

There are many chichetti, small Venetian appetizer bar foods (think Italian tapas), that are definitely worth sampling, as these authentic delicacies are to be enjoyed with Prosecco or Italian wine. Try some from the Valpolicella area, in Verona, the city of star crossed lovers, Romeo and Juliet. Typical are the Sardee In Saor, a sweet and sour fried sardine dish and the Baccala ‘Alla Vicentina which is imported dry cod baked in milk. The texture is a juxtaposition of the firm fish and creamy polenta. The ubiquitous Calamaretti Fritti is a perpetual crowd pleaser. Polipo Con Patate, another delicious dish, is a tasty salad mix of chewy octopus, crunchy celery, and soft potato in olive oil and lemon juice. Canaletto cold smokes and cures its swordfish. The Carpaccio Di Spada is eaten rolled up as fresh artichokes and micro arugula nestles inside. If you’re feeling amatory, the fresh and clean tasting oysters are a must. If you just want to snack or use your hands, go for the very tasty Salumi, assorted cured meats of Prosciutto, Bresaola and such. Canaletto uses Berkel, the Ferrari of meat slicers, a manually operated machine that never heats up, hence the sliced meats don’t change flavor. With all this, served aside Parmigiano Reggiano and crispy bread sticks made on premise, you’re good to go. Being in IL Fornaio’s space guaranteed you’ll be requesting a second basket of freshly baked bread and rolls.

No meal is complete without dessert. The Sgroppino, a dialect meaning “untying the knot from the stomach”, is a palate cleanser or a refreshing way to end your hearty meal. Don’t judge a book by its cover as it is presented in a small wine glass. but the experience is anything but. Vodka, lemon sorbet, Prosecco, and a dash of cream sprinkled with fine coffee grinds, pack a strong “wow”. Not to be missed is the Crema Fritta. The Amaretto crumb fried ginger custard with lime sorbet is contradicting in its hot and cold, sweet and tart and Asian and European taste…don’t leave the restaurant without trying this sweet gem. Meaning “mouthwatering”, the Golosessi Veneti is 7 kinds of traditional home made rustic Italian cookies; the quantity symbolizing the 7 districts of Venice. Last but not least is from Chef Mazzon’s granny. The Tiramisu In Gondola is from Treviso’s oldest recipe. Mazzon instructed, “Close your eyes and taste the flavor”. I obeyed and never being a fan of this popular Italian dessert, was able to taste each component: the espresso, Mascarpone cheese, and rum dipped Lady Fingers. Tiramisu is simple and poor and made for the simple and poor, explained the chef. After opening my eyes, I said “delicioso”! I was converted.

The elegant restaurant’s 7,000 sqft. offers several relaxed indoor and al fresco dining areas in a warm and contemporary setting with fireplaces, hand painted murals, barrel vaulted ceiling, mosaic floor, and sleek Italian marble. The architectural material and tableware were imported from Italy, down to Mazzon’s selection of the salt and pepper shaker stand.

The service is exceptional as over 100 team members of servers, line chefs, chefs, and hosts boasts the company’s biggest hospitality and dining professionals. Canaletto strives to provide a gracious dining experience in offering authentic Venetian cuisine served by a welcoming staff in an inviting atmosphere…”the most authentic Italian dining experience outside of Italy.”

http://www.newportbeachmagazine.com/ January 2009 Issue

Consulate General of Italy Hosts Family Christmas Party

The Italian Arts Council of the Bowers Museum consisting of Orange County Italian Cultural Association (OCICA) and Orange County American Italian Renaissance Foundation (OCAIRF) with its affiliated Italian organization and members, along with the Italian Institute of Culture and the Consulate General of Italy in Los Angeles hosted and sponsored a family Christmas party.

While Babbo Natale, the Italian Santa Clause, greeted children and passed out candies from his red sac, 300 guests enjoyed a buffet of Italian Christmas desserts of Panettone, Spumoni, Sardinian cakes, cheeses and beverages. One could get some Christmas shopping done at the table of Sardinian handcrafts where dolls, jewelry, boxes, bowls and traditional music CD were available for purchase.

The main event of the evening was entertainment from “Su Masu”, a 23 member folkloric cultural group from Elmas, Sardinia, Italy. The men and women dressed in traditional costumes performed folkloric music, dances and songs. The co-ed dance troupe had been practicing three times a week back in their homeland for their performance in the Bowers Museum. Their one week stay in California was a welcoming Christmas gift to the audience.

Newport Beach Magazine

A Vegan's Nightmare

As a professional traveler of sort, I do my homework before I board the plane to my far flung destination. The most important research is finding the best eats.

I will hunt and trek far and wide to experience life's greatest pleasure: masticating foreign comestibles.

I purposely go to Bologna, Italy just to taste the food to see if it's all that plus a bag of chips. This city is renowned and celebrated for its cuisine. The meat Bologna, Bolognese sauce (meat sauce), the Parmagiano Reggiano cheese, the different types of pastas are all produced from this little old city of Bologna. Needless to say, there are many fine dining establishments which I must partake and to spend a small fortune so that I am fully satisfied in knowing that my life purpose has been fulfilled.

Diana is a famous old restaurant which is a must-go-to. It is not trendy nor contemporary but a Bolognese Institution.

I am not looking for schnazzy hotspots where Italian fashionistas frequent. On the contrary, I am looking for a restaurant where the old school fine diner go to get their fill. Diana epitomizes classic traditionalism at its finest. The servers, all male, are dressed in impeccable white jacket with black slacks and black tie. They are older gentlemen who pride in their work and more than likely have been at it for decades and decades as Italians usually have one job for life.

The ambiance is genuine classic old school. There is a coat check where I don't need to lug my heavy winter coat. The furnishings and decor are veritable European. The table setting is class. Real heavy cotton linen with napkins to match. Fine sturdy plate and glass. Solid oversized silverware. A plate of assorted most whimsical shaped Italian bread awaits on my dining table.

My server, Franco, arrives with a big handsome looking menu. You open it and it's all in Italian. Good sign. This ain't no tourist joint. I'm here to order the most traditional dish from Bologna. So I order the boiled assorted meat and organ, aptly named the Bollito Misto. This feast of a dish is a carnivore's delight or a vegan's nightmare. The chef comes out with a rolling serving cart with a huge kitchen pot containing the assorted animal carcass. He dishes up snouts, tongues, and other assorted organs and animal meats. I think to myself as he lovingly puts a suspicious looking blob of gelatanous meat on my plate, "hmmm....this doesn't look so hard to make..dump recycled animal parts in big pot of boiling water. Serve."

After he departed with his creation on wheels, I spoon up some green sauce on my plate next to the bland looking pale meats. "Okie dokie..let's try Miss Piggy's nose." I cut a bite size piece, tine in meat, raise fork and insert food in mouth. What happened after that unforgettable. The flavor was overwhelming! It's not a salt or sweet or tart issue. It's an intensity issue. That was one fucking strong tasting meat! Last time I had to actually remove food from my mouth was eating sausage meat in the former Soviet Union. These meats are not rancid nor bad...it's extremely strong and intense in its flavor. A definite acquired taste. I'd describe it as the pungency of strong body odor. Granted, the regular meats ie. non organs, are fine and tasty especially with their assorted sauces.

I'm satisfied. I came, I order, I ate. My job is done.

French Dessert is Just Like Sex

In life, there are definitely some things that are as pleasurable and rewarding as sex. It's high up on the hierarchy.

A sexy pair of satin Louboutin, an inviting cozy Japanese seaweed bath, a luxurious Fendi beaver coat, or a deep tissue massage from Igor's strong Russian hands are all fine and dandy but total child's play compared to the sophisticated and fine art of patisserie à la Française.

I'm talking about the really, really, really, expensive, beautiful, decadent designer French species. Not the mediocre and plain Jane variety available en masse. This is reserved for the true snob and unapologetic elitist: a connosieur with a major sweet tooth.

Experiencing a royal French pastry is a sexual encounter of the first and unique kind.

The selection from a dessert menu or decision making in-situ is love at first sight. Your heart palpitates, knees weak, and your mouth salivates. A little boner to be. Anticipation awaits.

Why is it that the French can evoke romance on something so banal that's made from flour and sugar?

Looking at the carb-filled beauty is like eyeing your lover. You shop and decide which you'll take home to ravish and devour. Next you buy it. You have to court it. It's not cheap. We're talking like $10-$ 15 a piece. You say it's not that expensive? You must put it in perspective. It is expensive. It's a personal size dessert.... for God's sake. It's a glorified donut or a fancy decked out bon bon. It's wearing its finest French couture and dabbing its rarest fragrance made from the most exquisite and rare Bulgarian rose. It is well educated and from the finest breed. It is coy and sassy. It's flirting seductively to you. It is saying " look at me, admire me, undress me slowly, give me little fun nibbles to tickle and arouse me, slowly lick me and savor my cream....when you can no longer control yourself, then devour me whole until you are wholly satisfied and can no longer do anything but dream and sleep".

After experiencing an orgasmic French delicate pastry, one can no longer settle for anything less. Welcome to Expensive French Pastries Anonymous. Only the best and most beautiful will suffice. Like a gorgeous man or woman, you fully appreciate the exotics and treat it like precious gem for they are a true luxury and the ultimate treat where it is worth the travel to find. An elegant addiction indeed.

Tea Time is Quaint Time

Punk rockers, the London Bridge, and Queen Elizabeth conjure images of England.
But Tea Time is the perennial favorite...or at least it sure is mine.

London is one of the most expensive cities in the world to live. High tea with a glass of champagne for 1 person is without exaggeration around US $75. Without the bubblies, it's about $50. Some may add a main course so consider another $20 or so. Naturally I am referring to the most reputable and elegant of establishments, not your local pub where a Lipton teabag and a biscuit will call it a day. One has to do tea when in London. I'd place it as must-do as visiting the Changing of the Guards at Buckingham Palace. That's how important it is. Tea time is an English tradition and institution. It's a lifestyle.

Does the high price tag justify a pot of tea with some dinky finger foods? Absolutely indeed! The real cost is only a fraction since there is nothing of great monetary value. Couple tablespoon of tea leaves and a whole lot of sugar, flour, and butter cost nothing however what one pays for is the refined ambiance and the formal civility it brings to life. That my friend, is what tea time is all about. It's quite reflection while connecting with your tea time mate...and what better way to do it than in front of a 3-tiers display of goodies. Delicate assorted finger sandwiches, scones with homemade jam and cotted cream, mini pastries like tiny object d'art and a fragrant pot of flower fruit tea or if one prefers, a robust masculine variety is such a lovely partner.

After you book your flight to London, start reserving tea time at the The Ritz Carlton, the legendary hotel. During Christmas season....you better make that inquiry before Halloween!
...and please...dress nicely for God's sake! I recommend after shopping at Harold's, go visit Ladurée which is on the floor with its gourmet food section. It's a gem of a place to relax, eat and soak in the beauty that is this French gourmet tea house with its exquisite pastries and gorgeous gifts available for purchase. The decor is opulent.

A formal elegant tea time makes you feel like royalty!

Abuse Me is Funny

I've discovered a way that makes me explode like a crazy hyena on Speed. The result is unrequited and unstoppable laughter and joy. It's not a silly pet, a new sitcom, the Sunday funnies, nor a new boyfriend with a questionable sense of humor.

It's my kid.

She is sarcastic as hell. She verbally abuses me with her patronizing tone. She lectures me as if I was a dim witted twit. She is a bitch and a witch in the morning like a Vampire who dislikes daylight and finds no wrong in lashing out her grumpiness in the early dawn. On the exterior, she is cool and calm like a cucumber. In the interior however, get her pie hole going and this girl cracks the driest, meanest, most hilarious, knee slappin'-belly achin'-fetus position on the ground-pee in your pants sayings!

She and I are a t.v. show in the making. Some have gotten a preview of the "Wendy and Fendi Show" where mother and daugher verbally bash each other with one liners and cheap shots. I would like to think I take main stage only because I'm the mother. Seniority rules. When she unabasheldy with private joy jousts me, I retort. However she really is the driving force that brings out the ridiculousness and immaturity in me so maybe I am actually her sidekick. Either way, with Ethel, Lucy is funnier. Without Laurel, there's no Hardy.

The main ingredient to her humor is that she is essentially right about things. She puts a god damn sarcastic spin to make her point biting and sharp. Added that to her dry and calm delivery and you've got a recipe for smart ass teen humor with real wit and insight.

Aside from her personal delivery of insults, her e-mails have me cracking like a loony nutbag just out of the asylum. Her writing magnifies her sarcastic humor. I prefer reading her insults more than receiving it face to face. It's softer on my ego.

At times I want to smack her ass as she disrespects me with her in-your-face-no-holds-barred correction and shut downs. A major slap in the face to me as a mother. After her scolding, I feel like a nimrod with a dunce hat sitting in a corner. However either I'm agreeing with her internal goodness or laughing that I am already defeated and too pooped to fight back. So I give up and just enjoy what is.

Laughter is the best medicine. If that means it's on my account...I'm glad to be the butt of her jokes.

Barclay Butera Toasts 15th Anniversary with Publishing Debut

The boyishly handsome celebrity interior designer, Barclay Butera, had good reasons to celebrate this holiday season. December 4th marked exactly 15 years ago that he introduced his first luxury showroom to Newport Beach. Bringing his taste and lifestyle direction to Orange County, to continue his brand and success, Los Angeles, Park City, and New York City soon followed. His high profile clients, to name a few, have included Barbara Streisand, Sharon Stone, Reese Witherspoon, Renee Zellwegger, the Simpson sisters, and Josh Groban along with some high end hotels and other renowned residences such as the St.Regis, Frank Sinatra Jr. and the Marilyn Monroe Estate.

The Newport Beach flagship store anniversary party was a vivid collage. The showroom, lavishly decorated with holiday trimmings and Christmas trees, had become a spotlight for fashionably dressed guests including Mr. Barclay’s staff, family, friends, clients and movers and shakers from the real estate and design industry. Actress, Lynn-Holly Johnson, a former Bond Girl, was spotted among the mass. They flowed from one packed room to another while enjoying their champagne and wine. Catered by his neighbor, Haute Cakes, an inviting display of smörgasbord was a feast for the tummy and eyes as the offerings were refined and colorful. The perfectly moist and flavorfully baked salmon took center stage and was clearly the crowd pleaser along with Cellar B’s generously donated wines. That whole entire fish was quickly consumed as it was quickly caught. It was also hard to resist the mini lemon bars, nut-filled brownies, and the cutest mini-me pistachio sprinkled pumpkin pie.

As guests partook in the warm and lively ambience, there was a beeline for Mr. Barclay to sign his first coffee table book, Barclay Butera Living In Style. Published in October 2008 by the French premier publishing house, Assouline, the $65 hardcover features Butera’s most iconic and celebrated work. “Fashion for the home” is his design approach and concept. Butera believes that “every room should have one truly fabulous establishing piece.” His inspiration is a mix of Hollywood glamour, European sophistication, and the exotic Far East. The 176 pages of visual journey are divided in five different lifestyle categories of Beach, Town & Country, Mountain, Desert, and City. If one can’t be furnished by Butera, at least one can smell like it. Available for purchase are The Barclay Butera Home candle line which reflects the five themed inspirations as a compliment to his five lifestyle line.

In the middle of the soiree, the anticipated 7:30 PM toast finally arrived after Ray Langhammer, Butera’s creative director, gained the room’s attention by clinking at his Champagne flute. The gregarious Mr. Langhammer began to thank all attendees for the evening’s very successful turnout. With appreciation, he shared the heartfelt story of their beginning, vision of their business, and future projects. The dynamic duo, with Butera stylishly decked out in a three piece Tom Ford plaid suit and his former lover in a John Varvatos velvet Nehru jacket, embraced and happily toasted each other for their achievement. The proud mother, Karen Butera, who is a local interior designer in Corona del Mar, joined in to bask in her son’s success. When asked how she felt about that evening’s celebration and all her son’s accomplishment, she beamed and simply said, “I am very proud of him.”

www.NewportBeachMagazine.com January 2009 Issue

South Coast Plaza's Penthouse Celebrates Grand Opening

Located in the quite corner on the third level adjacent to Nordstrom is South Coast Plaza’s new 20,000 square feet luxury wing which caters to discerning customers. This deluxe area houses the popular French bistro Marché Moderne, SoCa St. John featuring Southern California lifestyle fashion, French shoe designer, Christian Louboutin, exclusive to South Coast Plaza, fine Italian menswear Canali, and the ever fabulous Oscar de la Renta. Next year, a Louis Vuitton VIP suite will be added among other boutiques planned.

“It appeals to a clientele who wants a more private shopping experience. This sophisticated mix of luxury brands appeals to clients both locally and internationally.” said Anton Segerstrom, partner of South Coast Plaza

At the grand opening party, guests enjoyed five different tasty bite-sized hors d’oeuvres from Marché Moderne with red and white wine. A trio of musicians played in the background while invites mingled and enjoyed the beautiful boutiques at the Penthouse and admired models outfitted in Oscar de la Renta fashion. The best part of the evening was the yellow banana flavored cotton candy and yellow t-shirts with SoCa St. John emblazoned on front tied with a black ribbon as your gift for the evening.

Newport Beach Magazine

Potluck Party Poopers

I suppose I should be grateful to be considered as a guest when invited to a party. Any party.

However, I 'm annoyed as parties these days are by far...potluck.

To me, a party means the following:

1. I don't have to cook.

2. Someone will cook for me.

3. I don't have to do the dishes.

4. Someone will do the dishes.

5. I can dress up nicely and have a good time.

6. I can eat other people's cooking.

7. I don't have to cook.

8. Someone will cook for me.

9. I don't have to do the dishes.

10. Someone will do the dishes.

Selfish, you sigh? Ain't gonna deny that!

Let's face it, as a guest your goal is to have fun and look good. That's your role as an invite; a fixture to fill the room symbolizing the host's popularity and clout in having so many friends come to his party. Truthfully, the majority of people want free food. Human beings are just elevated rats. They will congregate where the buffet of food happens to be. It's that simple and clear.

Also, another thing that irks me, people tend to bring the cheapest badass food at potlucks: the $4.99 cookie pack, the tired looking cheese and cracker platter, or the standard pasta salad.

Lastly, the unattractive hodge podge of different serving plates. Some people don't even take out the Colonel's fried chicken from the paper bucket! At least put it on something attractive to offset the cheap and cheesiness, will ya?!?! Or how about the moron that provides a personal size something...assuming if EVERYONE provides a personal something....each and every guest would have enough to eat! It doesn't work this way, if Sue Ling brings a plate of 15 potstickers, that means only 15 people each get one. What...there's no seconds? Or how about this one, everyone pretty much brings the same kind of food, ie. 8 different kind of desserts, 5 total pasta and rice dishes, 3veggie dip platter. It's just too random.

I don't want to have to get dressed up, buy a hostess gift, cook or buy the food, haul it in my car in hopes there's no spillage, walk to the party carrying the tupperware in high heels, and after the party, lug that DIRTY tupperware back to my car. Think I'll just stay in and eat leftover Chinese.

I apologize to those who have invited me to their potluck and have lied in order not to participate in your cheapass party...if ever you decide to have some style and be nice to your friends, don't forget me. I would love to come eat your free food .

South Coast Plaza’s Black Friday Open House

What better way to de-stress from hectic mall activity on Black Friday than in the sanctuary of South Coast Plaza's hospitality suite. For the past 9 years, it’s an all day perk fest for VIP, store managers, and the media.

The fancy entrance draped in red velvet and hung wreath signaled a welcome retreat. Fresh cookies from Charlie Palmer restaurant sit waiting to be nibbled as invites signed the guest book. Courtesy of Spa Montage in Laguna Beach, guests were pampered as they chose a facial, massage, dry body brush or a reflexology treatment. After 30 minutes of bliss, your take home gift was a goody bag containing a Japanese Sisal brush and a jar of Sea Cal Bath from Spa Technologies.

In the cozy lounge with two Christmas trees, guest sipped Piper Heidsiek Champagne provided by Napa Style and enjoyed assorted dishes catered by a dozen SCP restaurants including Marché Moderne, Pinot Provence, and Morton's. Nespresso offered a variety of delightful coffee drinks as a post meal treat.

Last stop was a visit to Jo Malone's refreshing fragrance bar as generous perfume samples were being given. It was only fashionable to end the day by smelling like a VIP.

Newport Beach Magazine

The Difference Between Cougar and Sugar Daddy

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CODE, O.C.’s Newest Concept Celebrates its Grand Opening

Looking for an upscale ambience with the hottest lounge in fine dining and a night club to hob nob amongst the most influential and elite fashionista? Welcome to CODE, visionary restaurateur, Moe Ghazi’s latest nightlife installation in Newport Beach.

Mr. Ghazi is no foreigner in creating successful venues; his newest concept is CODE. The restaurant is open to the public; however CODE membership is either by invitation or matching criteria. The establishment keeps information of your frequency, appearance, spending habits, food preferences, and detail of all your visits. The goal is to receive personalized service in the restaurant as a VIP. Your dirty martini and rare steak will be prepared exactly to your liking because it’s all in your personal data. Even a minute detail as your choice of black over white napkin will be noted. After your 4 month trial period review, if you and your friend’s activities qualify the desired profile, your temporary copper card becomes the permanent platinum with your very own code number. Membership benefits include complimentary valet parking, highest priority restaurant seating, best table bottle service, invitations to CODE themed events, food and wine tasting, and more to come. The most attractive advantage is access to the hard-to-get-in venues in L.A. and Vegas. Want four tickets to that high profile boxing fight followed by clubbing at Pure in Vegas? No worry, as a CODE member, you have guaranteed seating to that match and someone will personally escort you to the club with no wait. “We encourage you to give your “CODE” to people for access of a like profile but do not give your “CODE” to a person that you would not rub elbows with.” Mr. Ghazi tries to evoke an environment where a certain caliber of clientele would habituate. According to him, it is not how much you spend but more importantly your frequent visits looking absolutely fabulous in hopes of giving the place a classy and cool vibe.

At the grand opening party, the scene looked like a snapshot from L.A. with eager guests waiting in the long line with anticipation of experiencing the newest buzz. Meanwhile, valet parked exotic cars for VIP and outsiders pleaded for a glimpse of the good life. With the approving eyes of the burly bouncer and handsome security with earpiece and walkie talkie in hand, you turn around the corner and walk some distance to finally arrive at the final destination: CODE.

Inside is earth and water, Ken Ussenko’s Zen vision for the establishment. As you enter, a path way symbolizing the Silk Road directly leads you to the focal point, the bar, which represents water. Shelves of bottles flank a shadow box where a sultry dancer grooves for your visual pleasure as you admire her sexy silhouette. The interior designer hopes to blend nature and texture in a relaxing upscale setting with each unique element custom designed. The dining area is the lounge itself with the incorporation of comfortable leather and suede couch seating throughout.

The lively venue was packed as over 700 people enjoyed hors d’oeuvres of shrimp cocktail, sushi rolls, salad and other bite-size goodies. Cocktails were served by beautiful waitresses dressed in brown as they effortlessly blended with the decor. For the fashionably late VIP, the restaurant lounge continued to serve its full dinner menu until 2 AM and the chilled bottle of Cristal patiently waited on its prime table as excited clubbers gyrated to the DJ's music on the dance floor.

CODE’s motto is “In Life There Are People That Have A Code…And Those That Do Not.”

www.NewportBeachMagazine.com January 2009 Issue

A Trip to France On A September

I returned from Europe after a day of delay while traveling in hell! My three planes were broken thus creating cancellation and multiple delays for me. I felt like I was in a scene of a bad surreal B movie...that's not mentioning the imploding of a bomb at Charles de Gaulle Airport, confiscation of expensive French hair cream, excessive weight baggage fee, and other miscellaneous hassles, nervous break downs and endless waiting!

On a positive side, I got my sugar fix in Paris of pastries, bakeries, and other assorted confectioneries... where my waking moment was hunting for the best eats. I traveled through Paris by foot and bicycle determined to confirm the best creperies, mille feuille, baguette, and other delicate goodies to nurture my soul and belly. I was a walking carb-filled-human. On a savory note, fois gras, frites and ducks were quite often my staple diet when I wasn't stuffing my face with ingredients ending in -ose. Every single day away from USA... I ate well. Although I wouldn't necessarily described it as "healthy". I didn't eat much vegetables and fruits, unless you count the strawberries, raspberries, and thinly sliced apples gloriously glazing my tarte de fruits. My food consumption could easily be categorized in one of the following food groups 1.) cheese 2.) meats 3.) pastries and 4.) breads. And maybe French fries should be the fifth group.
When in travel, I don't believe in being healthy....I believe in being HAPPY!....merci beaucoup....

While the main purpose of the trip was to attend a 3 part Jewish extravaganza of a wedding, I also took the opportunity to visit long distant friends. But, before I tell you more...have any of you been to a real live Jewish wedding? It's totally party central with flying dancing chairs, broken glass, tons of food!!! Can you say Mazal Tov!

As many of you know, one of my mission was to see our French friend in Bordeaux...and here are the tales of my visit with special attention to food as it is my raison d'être.

What a great pleasure it was to see Madame Christine Vandame who lives in Merignac, a suburbia town just a hop and skip away from Bordeaux. Without a doubt, her family was definitely a highlight of my 20 days sojorn. I stayed with Christine and her family for 4 nights.
As I got off my train from Arcachon...(more on that later), I didn't see Christine. I wandered around and around when I saw a lady in a car waving at me. Excitedly I waved back and walk towards her but noticed how much she had gained in weight and started to wear glasses...but oops...I realized it was not her and was relieved for Christine's sake!
I continued to walk around a bit whilst checking out the little train station of Pessac when finally I hear my name and I as I looked up, I see pink. Pink scarf and pink shoes. I was so happy to see her and we hugged like old buds. She seemed so petite...I didn't realize she was that petite...or maybe it's me inflated and bloated from too much flour, sugar, and butter. Blame it on the chocolate éclairs and clafoutis and then endless baskets of all-you-can-eat baguettes.

A little time later, Val (Marina Dominguez's daughter) joined us at the train station for a little threesome. She is a pretty 20 years old UCSD student studying in Bordeaux for the year. The three Musketeers get into Christine's white Peugeot and the Bordeaux adventure tour begins!

Bordeaux is a beautiful city in southwest France filled with great monuments and architecture also divided by a river. It's like "petite Paris" sans Eiffel Tower and all that jazz. That morning, we three ladies played tourists. Christine had just returned to France not too long ago, Val had only been in Bordeaux for 3 weeks, and this was my first time in this part of France.
But first, we must consume food....and masticating the comestibles we did at a beautiful restaurant Cafe Louis in the center of Bordeaux. We decided to take the later tour because when in France, one must take a leisurely lunch without haste and angst. None of this fast food business where your order arrives after 2 minutes of ordering and then to be wolfed down in 5. We toured Bordeaux on a convertible tour bus while discovering its beauty and history. After an hour of this very chillin' bus ride, Christine left to pick up her children from school so Val and I roamed the city. After walking the long Rue St. Catherine where cheap and trendy clothing stores reside, we took a coffee break sitting outside a cafe. When it was time for us to go, we took the tram to Christine's house. Unlike the Paris underground metro, Bordeaux has a better alternative...the tram. In defense of Paris, the city is much bigger thus requiring a more elaborate infrastructure of a public transportation. The tram only has 3 lines where the metro has 13 not including 3 rapid lines going to suburbs. My first night, Christine prepared for us a very French dinner of fois gras with toasts, duck with wild mushrooms, naturalement what's a French dinner without an assortment of cheese, apricot tart and a hazelnut chocolate something dessert....all to be washed down by both white and red wine. Val and I dined with Christine, Herve (her husband), Herve's aunt Guillane and their three small angels: Nelly, Lola and Louis who sat at their own little table and chair outfitted with a violet toile table cloth. After dinner, we relaxed in the living room with a cup of tea. A very nice soiree of friends and food, indeed.

Next morning Saturday, Christine and I drove back to Bordeaux for a 2 hours historic walking tour. The English speaking tour guide was sick and instead of waiting for a replacement which can take a while to find, we decided to go with the French speaking tour guide. I think he's gay. When the tour was over, Christine needed to leave so I met up with Val. My new buddy and I walked around Bordeaux for a place to eat. We were also in search of a Bordeaux specialty, the cannele. Little treasures of this region. Later we met up with Christine. That weekend was Europe's heritage weekend where all public places, government institutions, museums and monuments are free to the public. That evening we three girls sat on the stone ground inside the courtyard of the Customs Museum watching a delightful concert of young people singing and playing instruments. As I sat next to Christine enjoying the lovely choir....my thought wandered off of how great it is to live in France where every corner is history and beauty. Even inside this courtyard I was admiring the great stone wall and it looked exactly like a movie scene from Mozart's day where you can imagine people in horse drawn carriages and villagers shopping for their daily bread walking through town. The juxtaposition of modern clothing and cell phones reminded me that I am back in the 21 st century.
After the concert, Val left for the evening to join her friends of clubbing so Christine and I continued on our heritage evening events. We went to another courtyard where a giant screen played in black and white the history of Bordeaux. We soon tired of it so we left to dine in a restaurant where I had eel and Christine had sweetbread...which is the thyroid gland of a cow I suppose. Quite tasty! Just don't think about it..... the hormone producing organ! After dinner, Christine was sweet to give me an evening tour of the city but as hard as I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes open. Not even a dangling piece of cake could keep me up. Bordeaux is beautiful by night with all its blue, green and pink light showcasing the city's treasure.

The following day, I took a bus tour by myself for wine tasting and lunch. We visited wineries producing what is one of my favorite wine: the delicious sweet sauterne. A wine tour is a must do in Bordeaux similar to a beach tour is a must in OC. I visited three different chateaux and tasted their delicious nectars produced on site. For lunch, it was a delicious meal of fois gras with red berry gelee, main course was chicken with asparagus puree mousse and braised endives, assortment of cheese, and a personal size tarte tartin to finish it off.... naturally all accompanied by 3 different sauterne wines which all kind of taste the same to me with varying degrees of different fruit notes. As I return from my wine tour trip and waiting for Val at the Tourist Office....low and behold..I bumped into someone I know from California! This lady and I exchanged our schedule of when we would be in France but we never thought we could actually meet given the time and places where we would be. What a truly small world it is. Val comes to meet me and we walk Bordeaux for a bit before meeting up with the Vandame family at their house.
We all drove to a great park with a lake and chateau in Merignac. We spent a lovely lazy Sunday afternoon with the kids. Lola on rollerskates, poor Nelly who fell and scraped her toe while she and Louis were just being kids, Val and I dozing on the grass in front of this yellow chateau while a duo plays classic music. As I slumbered, I was awaken by a small person crawling on my back...not sure who it was but glad I woke so I could see how other French family spent their day off. We decided to head home and as we walked back to the car passing a retreat of a garden, Herve shows us indigenous trees and things. Val returned home as she needed to prepare for school the next day. For dinner we ate at the Vandame's backyard. The kids all had their baths and were squeakily clean in their pj's and wet braided hair. Dinner was a potato tart and mache salad. Comfort food is always very satisfying.The kids were very excited about the vanilla and pistachio ice cream.

I am having too much of a great time discovering this great region so I decided to prolong my stay for just one more day. The next day, Christine and I drove to St. Emilion which is an hour away to a charming medieval town producing serious famous world class wines. St. Emilion is full of chateaux and wineries. Since we arrived early in the morning, we were able to snag a great parking space. Christine and I walked the cobblestones of this quaint little town. As we descended the slope of the village, we took a brief repose at a cafe while admiring the tall bell tower and other medieval architecture while waiting for our tour to begin. We visited a catacomb and an underground church built underneath the main church. All this art history talk and following a group around was making me hungry and tired. Lunchtime! My favorite time! We went to a recommended restaurant where we sat in their inside courtyard patio. Christine had the fois gras mousse and the chocolate therapy! We both had a glass of first growth red wine from St. Emilion at 10 Euros a pop ($15) so you know this ain't no two buck chuck! After a real satisfying lunch of eggplant filled pastry on salad and entree of pork for me, we took a little choo choo train where it took us to the outskirt of the main village to tour the chateaux and wineries. I got off earlier to tour one winery while Christine continued on and then had to drive back home to pick up the kiddies. As I remained in St. Emilion, I continue touring and walking this charming place where time stood still and I imagined what life was like back then.....narrow streets, cobblestone ground, little shops and restaurants, churches here and there, little central squares, all in chateaux land. Oddly enough, I thought of the black plague and monks in brown robes. It was time for me to trek to the train station and return to Bordeaux. I was so looking forward to this evening because Christine was kind enough to fulfill a request of preparing Raclette for dinner. I didn't get to eat this Swiss specialty when I was in Switzerland this time. I did however at least got to eat cheese fondue where I think I got drunk from it. (just kidding) The kids and I are having a grand ol' time melting the cheese, scraping it off from a mini wooden spatula and smearing the melted light yellow goo over our little boiled potatoes, assorted sliced meats, and cornichons....we had some green salad and .....to end it all, country style fromage frais with cream and brown sugar was for dessert. Delish! Oh did I mention the beautiful little canneles Christine thoughtfully bought? Merci Christine for getting these little yummy treats that has become my infatuations. These little Bordelais beauties are to die for and have become my new love! Who needs a boyfriend when there are canneles waiting for you to devour? They will love you back because you love them!
Christine and Val were witnesses to my addictions for these little sweet puppies....as I was constantly buying them when I would have chance encounter. Pascal is to blame for my new addiction since he introduced it to me. I will sue him for my weight gain, puffy face, and painful withdrawal symptoms...

Next early morning I took the train back to Paris. I almost missed my trains but luckily Christine sped drove me with the 3 cuties in the back and all turned out well. Nobody got hurt, I didn't miss my trains and the kids got to school on time I hope!

Christine's children:Nelly, Lola and Louis.....were little joys. Herve was such a gracious host and man. It was truly a pleasure to spend some time with them all. I was most impressed with the love and unity of this family.
The Vandame family was very hospitable and very kind to me. I truly enjoyed the city but most of all what I hold dear in my heart the most was being with Christine and her loving family. I was very happy and felt welcomed... I had a great time wit them!

I also did visit one of my best buddy, Piero Acampora in Geneva which some of you Italians may know of him. He is doing well and misses the beautiful Californian sunshine. He lives in a wonderful flat with high ceiling and spacious rooms just right in front of the water fountain jet on Lake Lemans, Geneva. Piero and I had cheese fondue on my first night and what a sport he was for partaking with me since it's not particular his cup of tea....My time in Geneva was short but the visit was well worth it knowing I got to see il mio amico Piero! Piero came back from work twice to make me lunch of what else.....Italian raviolis and tomatoes, Italian meat and cheese drenched and drowned in olive oil.

I also visited Pascal, Raffster's former boyfriend whom I met and hung out with several times while he was visiting California. He lives in a resort beach town of Arcachon, just shy of 45 minutes from Bordeaux. He owns a gelato store and yes...I did try every flavor...all delicious 20 of them!

Pascal was a happening former model. Not only was he hot...but this guy is a fantastic cook...thanks to Raffy for showing him the right way! God bless our Raffy! His homemade fresh pasta will make me look at pasta differently now! He spoiled me with his cooking. How can I now eat pasta from a box? Please allow me to indulge in more food talk...if it's not apparent to you gals..yes, ...I am obsessed with food. I was a starving Ethiopian kid in my last life after I was the beheaded Marie Antoinette making people "eat cake"...haha...

This French man who speaks beautiful Italian made me one dinner of oysters, fresh homemade pasta with pesto (see photo), baked sole fish, endive salad and fruit tart pastries. On that note, the sexiest Italian language I've heard is in my humble opinion, Piero's. He wins first place in "The Most Sensual Spoken Italian". Pascal comes in second. Notice that both their names begin with "P". P stands for pleasure, pleasant, pretty, and perfect Italian!

Arcachon is a beachside resort town where the population quadruples during summer, otherwise it mainly has older retired folks inhabiting this little sleepy cute town. It is famous for its sand dunes and beaches. Here oysters are a main catch. The houses there has a very esthetic architecture totally specific to Arcachon. To me it looks like a cross between a Victorian and a colonial Tommy Bahama island style. Postcard pretty and quaint.

Last dinner with him was fois gras with champagne (I told you I ate a lot of this stuff...it's basically pure fat) homemade pasta with clams that we both dug (more on that later), and I have food coma because I can't remember the rest??? Are you guys getting fat from just reading my eating tales? Oh yeah....homemade flourless chocolate cake and some other store bought chocolate pastry. Yes...each meal I consumed on this trip exceeded 10,000 calories easily!
I will never forget the experience of going on a boat to an island to dig for clams and oysters. When was the last time you had to "work" for your dinner? That night as I helped Pascal prepare for our scrumptious dinner, his friend came by to borrow a professional deli meat slicer. Marco invited me to join them the next evening for a gourmet dinner of feasting food they had brought back from Spain. Sounds like my kind of evening party...let's get the elastic pants out!!!! I was so tempted to stay another extra day just to attend this carnivore eat fest but I had already delayed in going to visit Christine due to the boat ride but to stay an extra day again for a food party? hhhhhmmmmmm.......very tempting indeed. Eenie meenie miney moe.....should I stay for the food party or go to Christine's???

One last word about canneles: it was Pascal who got me hooked. When I first given this sugar filled carb drug...the first one was the best: crunchy and crispy on the outside and soft and luscious in the inside. After that one, I couldn't find one that was as perfect as the first. I had experience less than perfect when the entire thing was nothing but soggy rubber. Like an addict, I would spend $3 a pop to satisfy this craving and on a tormented hunt to find that first love again...perfect out and in. My first one will now become only a distant memory and will forever hold a special place in my heart and mouth.

Back to Paris....I may have to in two years find a successor to my position as I may very well be living back in the land of Eiffel Tower and pain au chocolat. I was the most happiest being alone soaking in the Parisian vibe as it fills my whole being. It is amazing how with a good pair of support shoes, it can transport you in different worlds according to where you travel and happen to end up. Chic, bohemian, artistic, trendy, Asian, Arabic, African...it's all yours if you are willing to trek and hunt. How irresistible is this charming and romantic city that holds a mystique. Imaginations and dreams are immediately conjured and hearts start to flutter and sing upon the whisper of the word....Paris. N'est-ce pas?