Gonzo With The Gals

I should be writing about my holiday in Arizona - about my amazing mountain vista suite at Sanctuary on Camelback, complete with a roaring fireplace, breathtaking views of Paradise Valley, a private patio on which to appreciate said view, and an oversized marble bathtub in which to also appreciate said view.

I should be regaling you with stories about Thai-inspired massage treatments that made me feel blissed out.

I should also be telling you about meeting gregarious local ladies at the resort bar who, over my Kir Royale and their glasses of red wine, recommended I visit a down-n-dirty blues club to listen to music - and meet their jazz aficionado friend (of the male variety), who's blue eyes and ability to quote Woody Allen's pre-Soon Yi, pre-Mia and pre-Diane stand-up act made me feel blissed out as well. (If he had known Thai massage too, I'd prolly still be in Arizona.)

In addition, I should be talking about a deep and meaningful discussion I had with the Sanctuary's bar manager about high-end rums imbued with hints of maple syrup and rich caramel.

But, no.

Instead I want to talk about Gonzo. Not of the Muppet variety. Of the restaurant variety. (Pictured above.) It was at this enchanting Greenwich Village Italian haunt that I joined two gal pals earlier tonight for laughter, joy and insightful advice - along with enough racy dialogue to take us through all six seasons of Sex and the City and straight on into The Golden Girls.

Unlike Blanche, Dorothy, Sofia and Rose we bypassed the cheesecake.

That said however, I'm quite sure that Gonzo's waiters and busboys thoroughly enjoyed the snippets of ribald commentary they overheard as they served us a wafer-thin, crackling crisp pizza topped with cumin-scented eggplant caponata, and poured glasses of a soft, deep cherry red 2002 Barbera d'Alba from Piemonte. The moans of pleasure illicited by our side order of sinfully creamy, mashed white sweet potatoes, only added to the waitstaff's delight. (I know it added to ours.)

So, my vibrant vacation spirit lives on beyond Sanctuary - in the form of the comradery of good friends and the comforts of Italian cuisine. Grazie Gonzo! (But can I still claim air miles?)

Comments

[Joaquin Ochoa]

Did you all talk about dirty sex...like when I guy farts when you both are naked and he still wants to do it with you after he pushed your head under the blanket as a joke....haha!