The announcement of Mark’s iconic LA restaurant, Campanile, closing has met with many stunned expressions. Regular folk commenting on their Facebook page or in person how sad they are, how much they will miss it. I love the respect and attention Mark and his staff are getting.
I have had a lot of insomnia trying to conceive how it will feel on November first when we can no longer go there. How will Mark feel? I can’t wrap my brain around it. They are doing a final blow bash on Oct. 31, all you can eat and drink for $89 ( the year they opened). Black and White masked ball. I’m taking the kids trick or treating, then deposit them with a sitter and go to the final soiree.
What time should the drunken crying start?
Lot’s of taxis will be called and I’m having the sitter spend the night and take the kids to school the next morning. I’m fully expecting Mark and I to be wiped out. I’ll be hung over, but I think we will both be emotionally exhausted.
However.. I’m enjoying every last minute of Campanile. Vivien looks at me after we have done her homework, “Are you going out tonight, AGAIN?”
“Yes, I told you I’m going out a lot to the restaurant. I’ll be home in November rocking back and forth in a dark room.”
Every night, it’s with someone different. I’m a fine dining slut. One night with my sisters and mom. The next night with my friend Inge Lise, the other day I had a lunch date and a dinner date in the same day. I walked to dinner to work off lunch. Two in a day. Such a fine dining hussy.
Then the kids and I got dressed up and met up with my “school husband” my co room parent Jasen and his son. We also brought Flat Holden, a representative of our friend in Nashville, and enjoyed the last ever fried chicken night at Campanile.The next night I went there with a couple. Such a harlot.
Magic moments have occurred here for me, and many others. I’ve been so fortunate to have this dining salon to meet old friends and make new ones. I’m not taking this lying down. I’m sitting up, chatting and eating.
What a way to go.