Eating L.A. spent the weekend at the Palm Springs Film Festival, and as at most film festivals, eating wasn't the raison d'etre. It can be hard to get a square meal at a festival -- in Cannes, I've subsisted for many days in a row on nothing but squiggles of pâté piped onto mini-toasts, and in Park City, I've resorted to alternating energy bars with sandwiches sold outside of screening rooms. Friday night, I went to a party at one of Palm Springs' newer restaurants, the Tropicale.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Palm Springs weekend: 2008 edition
Eating L.A. spent the weekend at the Palm Springs Film Festival, and as at most film festivals, eating wasn't the raison d'etre. It can be hard to get a square meal at a festival -- in Cannes, I've subsisted for many days in a row on nothing but squiggles of pâté piped onto mini-toasts, and in Park City, I've resorted to alternating energy bars with sandwiches sold outside of screening rooms. Friday night, I went to a party at one of Palm Springs' newer restaurants, the Tropicale.
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Yeah, food is secondary in the desert. I am constantly filled up by the view of that fabulous escarpment, San Jacinto Peak!
Patty, I love the photo of you posing with the apple in front of the apartment building near your Palm Springs hotel. Is it my imagination or do you look a little pale in that picture? I guess the fluorescent lights from those mini-mall Thai places is finally having an effect. You're my favorite foodie!
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