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I'll definitely be hitting Morimoto in Philadelphia next week with an old buddy. I haven't been there yet (not as if I spend much time in that town) so I'm wondering if anyone has any recommendations. I'm planning on following up my WD-50 undecidedness and just going omakase, but I'm open to suggestions.

WD-50 is not a great restaurant. Out of nine courses on the tasting menu in place when I ate there, I enjoyed probably three. The first shouted "Hey, I read about that Adria guy!" and consisted of carrot juice or soup stabilized by calcium chloride and sodium alginate over a similarly thickened disk of coconut milk. I don't remember the name, other than that it included "over easy" so you can easily visualize the presentation. It was quite good.

I also enjoyed the miso soup with soba noodles. It was a normal white miso, all of $.30 of paste and hot water at home, but the soba noodles were delivered in a squeeze bottle, still in semi-liquid form. I squeezed the pre-noodle goo into the hot miso soup and made my own noodles. I should like to declare that I was well along in the wine-pairing part of my meal, and the clumps were a result of my reduced coordination and the small size of the vessel.

I'll be heading to Manhattan (with a brief side trip to Philly Monday) and back to San Francisco Wednesday. I'm thinking of hitting WD-50 one night, and that leaves another night for some other food. If you're interested in either, or want to head for a drink, drop me a line.

This post was inspired by the most recent "this is how you should live your life" posts on 43folders. I blogbarfed a way-too-long comment that was in poor etiquette, and decided to edit it down into two related posts here. I'll add to it as I remember more things, and I'll add photos the next time I have to pack for travel.

Just like any moving part, the collection of things I carry from place to place is scrutinized repeatedly for ways to reduce weight. An obvious decision, I've separated my car keys from my house keys so I don't have to carry the big plastic lump with me since there's zero chance that I'll be using it.

I get the feeling that this is turning into my travel calendar at this point, and should just publish my iCal calendar I use for that purpose.

I'll be back in SFO from next Wednesday afternoon until Friday morning, which means I'll have a Wednesday evening and a Thursday evening free. Beers must be had, wine must be drunk, sake may be consumed. I can't be too hungover Thursday, but if my pores reek of tequila on the flight back Friday, the only person who will care will be the one in the seat next to me.