Meat

Okay, so who shall it be tonight? The Fukimoto’s running of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s with Sean, or dinner at L’Auberge with Daphne? Aaron checked his peter meter and yes, tonight it was pointing toward Daphne.

L’Auberge it would be. So he fired up Aunt Wilhelmina’s Eldorado (she wouldn’t let him take the Bentley, oh that witch) and headed to Nob Hill. Daphne tweaked his heartstrings with her black strapless and her bow-tie up-do. She was lovely in that Connecticut way of hers. And dinner at L’Auberge – beef bourgignon with haricot verts, and for dessert –

“You traitor!” came the assault from the other side of the room. Sean stormed over to them, hands on both hips like a washing machine spin cycle. “You gave up Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard for … for this …”

Daphne gave a round O, as if to say, “Is this man for real?” but Sean continued.

“… for this … why, she’s a lovely reincarnation of Audrey! Where ever did you get that dress? And your up-do … did Felano do that this morning? It has his signature all over it!”

Meat-wise, Aaron was tending toward the hens this evening rather than the roosters.