Brainshare 2005 is in Barcelona and since I might have a chance to go, I figured I’d try and get a reservation at the avant-garde restaurant El Bullí. No luck: they’re booked at least to the end of 2005. Reviews say it’s the hardest restaurant in the world to get a table at: open half the year, for one meal a day.
Maybe I should consider The French Laundry, which is perpetually booked 2 months in advance– every morning there’s a window of about an hour when people basically just hit redial like they’re calling a radio show, until the reservations book (and presumably waitlist) is full. People make pilgrimages to this place. From across the country. For lunch.
But I can’t plan a meal that far in advance. It’s just not within my ability. I don’t know if I’m going to be hungry at seven this evening, much less whether I’m going to be interested in flying to San Francisco, renting a car, driving out to some suburb, and paying through the nose for a ten course meal on August 20th.
I guess the odds are pretty good I’ll be hungry at some point in August though. That’s a bet I’d make.
Secretly Ironic 