trying...hard...to...keep...a...secret...

so my trip tonight to a certain michelin starred (can't say which one, and won't say how many stars) will likely be my last. that is, unless i win the lottery and can afford to actually pay for a meal there.

i'm friends with the chef (also can't give exact title) and so i've always eaten for free and i've loved every single morsel, every last drop of bordeaux, every elegant minute of it.

but for this end, there is also a new beginning. another new york restaurant, i daresay a new york institution, is stealing away my friend. and there, my friend will undoubtedly do some thrilling work as he's uber talented and has been given freedom to do a complete overhaul.

and i want to scream this gossip to the world but, alas, i have to try hard to keep my big mouth shut for once. curses!

p.s. y'all may also see him on t.v. soon. but i can't really talk about this either.

man, is this PAINFUL!