So, 70 days from today, I’ll wake up 50.
There is much to say about this turning of the 50, but this post is a simple "can you come?" kind of post. Since I first mentioned that I want to eat at Topolobampo on my 50th birthday, many folks have emailed to ask if I was serious. Absolutely.
Unfortunately, Topolobampo is closed on The Big Day (the 32nd anniversary of Elvis' death, in addition to my 50th), and so I'm looking into eating there the night before, on August 15th instead.
Topolobampo is in Chicago.That's in a whole 'nother state. So I guess you could say that it's not really convenient to where I live in North Carolina, and it's really expensive, but man is the food good. And the little man who seats you at your table is seriously skilled. Worth a trip. Worth turning 50 for. And 60. And 70 and beyond.
And so, I'm dragging my family into the car for a road trip. They don't know this yet, so mum's the word. I'd love to have you join me there for dinner on August 15, 2009. It ain't cheap (I'm not kidding about that–start saving) and since writers make absolutely no money until Hollywood turns their story into a blockbuster starring Johnny Depp, I can't pay for your dinner even though I'd love to be able to, but if you'd like to experience some seriously good food and amazing service, and join me in wishing Emma a happy 17th birthday (she was born on my 33rd birthday), please let me know if you'd like to join us! The nice people at Topolobampo need some advance warning, you know. Yee-haw. It's Obama's favorite restaurant, so I'll send him a little invite too.
I would love to have you there. It just wouldn't be the same without you.






