Holy cow

When I woke up and got out of bed, it didn't take me long to figure out that something was up, because T, who usually sleeps through this moment, was awake and looking at me funny.

Then he informed me that he was up late last night and, for the heck of it, checked OpenTable. And just happened to pick up a reservation for tonight... at The French Laundry.

The French Laundry, which is widely regarded to be the best restaurant in the Bay Area. Not one of the best, the best. Opinions do differ, of course, but if you had to ask foodies to name their top picks? This would be at or near the top of pretty much every list.

Normally to get a reservation, you have to be on the phone the day they open up two months in advance, and good luck even making that. So naturally when T saw this, he snatched it up, because we've been talking about doing this for years and who knows when we get another chance. (There must have been a cancellation -- he said it was the only day available for a month, which is as far out as Open Table goes.)

So tonight we make the pilgrimage. I can't imagine it will live up to the hype, but I'm willing to give it a chance to try.