Bistro Bijou

[Tzara]

* Favorite soup for cold weather?

Pacific Northwest clam chowder. It's like the Boston stuff, but with better clams. And yeah, up here we pronounce the 'arr'. I want some crackers too, though, crumbled into the chowder. Is that a problem?​

* Celebrity Lapdance: Who would you choose?

Shouldn't that be whom would you choose?

I was a psych major and don't know. I'd ask you out, though, bj, whichever is right. That work?

The answer is, though, oh my Gloria

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in Excelsis Deo, though I have neither bicycle nor fish.

Her dance, though, might motivate me. To cycle. Or eat fish. Or eat something.

Whatever. It depends.​

* Best poet for cheering you up when you've lost your mojo? (Can be a poet on this board or one of those Regular Famous Ones)

Kenneth Koch, of course. Well, except maybe for my most fervent love, that "Hey, I would so leave my wife for you" poet Kim Addonizio.

I really like her poetry.

I may have said that before.​

* What's that one thing you've been trying to write a poem about for ages but can't quite make it work yet?

Um, truth?​

* You walk into a bar and the first song you hear on the jukebox proves that you're definitely in the right place. What song is it?

Stockhausen's Kontakte, or maybe this.​

* What's the finest compliment you ever got?

Yes.​

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Nice, T! And it's excellent to see you.

What would Gloria Steinem do if you asked her for a lapdance, I wonder? And would it be even better than a lapdance?

I have a reasonable Gewurtztraminer here. Doesn't really go with the chowder, though. Perhaps a Red Hook?

And I would just love to crumble your crackers. Personally.

bj

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Bring on the Boize!!

Lovely!

Are they from Boise? I do like those northerners. They know how to stay warm.


bj

 

[normal jean]

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[unpredictablebijou]

Welcome, darlin.

Usually because of my on-line schedule I'd be long gone by now but I'm glad I was still hanging around.

Have some soup. It's not from a can, but it is chicken noodle. I make the noodles myself. And how bout a nice hot chocolate with a little peppermint. And keep yer chin up, y'hear?

bj

 

[UnderYourSpell]

This week's impromptu Bistro Survey.
* Favourite soup for cold weather?
I'm with you Angeline with the Butternut squash and I make it too in fact I never buy soup I mean to say who can't make soup ffs

* Celebrity Lapdance: Who would you choose?
Alan Rickman ... how can one man be so ugly and soooooo sexy?

* Best poet for cheering you up when you've lost your mojo?
Walter de la Mare tho that Angeline thingy and Carrie wotsit have one or two fine pieces

* What's that one thing you've been trying to write a poem about for ages but can't quite make it work yet?
Something aka 'In Xanadu did Kubla Khan '

* You walk into a bar and the first song you hear on the jukebox proves that you're definitely in the right place. What song is it?
Anything Reba

* What's the finest compliment you ever got?
Himself went down on one knee infront of the band playing 'The Power of Love' on a cruise on the Thames and asked me to marry him!

By the way I saw Absinthe for sale in Spain ... what does it taste of?

 

[tungtied2u]

This week's impromptu Bistro Survey.


* Favorite soup for cold weather?
Campbell's Tomato (with a grilled cheese sandwich- old habits die hard)

* Celebrity Lapdance: Who would you choose?
Julie Christie (did somebody mention eyes to die for ?)

* Best poet for cheering you up when you've lost your mojo? (Can be a poet on this board or one of those Regular Famous Ones)
Billy Collins ( so far, and in my limited experience)

* What's that one thing you've been trying to write a poem about for ages but can't quite make it work yet?
The common thread that ties all mankind together

* You walk into a bar and the first song you hear on the jukebox proves that you're definitely in the right place. What song is it?
A Man Needs a Maid by Neil Young

* What's the finest compliment you ever got?
My daughter gave me a plaque which said "To my father, who taught me how to fly"

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Big fan of Campbell's tomato myself. It was comfort food when I was a kid. And of course, it wouldn't be right without grilled cheese. I think some states have a law about that.

And what a sweet compliment to get from a daughter. Made me all verklempt.

bj

 

[Sara Crewe]

This week's impromptu Bistro Survey.


* Favorite soup for cold weather?

That would be a tie between Mulligatawny and Curried Butternut Squash

* Celebrity Lapdance: Who would you choose?

Vigo Morgenson as long as he has recently washed his hair.

* Best poet for cheering you up when you've lost your mojo? (Can be a poet on this board or one of those Regular Famous Ones)

I don't read poetry to cheer up because more often than not poems tackle the darker side of life. I also do not recover my mojo by reading. Reading is still too much in my head. I become interested in writing again by doing things outside--seeing people, traveling, taking pictures.


* What's that one thing you've been trying to write a poem about for ages but can't quite make it work yet?

Anything about my kids is always iffy.

* You walk into a bar and the first song you hear on the jukebox proves that you're definitely in the right place. What song is it?

God. Talk about impossible questions. *ten minutes elapses* Okay I looked over three play lists that I have on the go in itunes and I CANNOT pick just one song. If I was out some place I would probably want it loud, fast and with good lyrics. Good lyrics become optional though if the song is loud, fast and I have consumed enough vodka.

* What's the finest compliment you ever got?

"You are the best Mama in the whole world."

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Hi Sara! *crushing * hi sara hi sara hi sara hi sara....

So nice to see you!

I made some nice bruschetta to go with your soup. Fresh mozzarella, basil, tomatoes, prosciutto.

And there's tiramisu for dessert. Or I have a fabulously prosaic apple pie ala mode, if you're into that.

bj

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

This week's impromptu Bistro Survey.


Favorite soup for cold weather?

Homemade Borscht or Szechuen Hot and Sour Soup.

Celebrity Lapdance: Who would you choose?

Kevin Kline - he's bound to ease the embarrassment with humour - so sexy.

Best poet for cheering you up when you've lost your mojo? (Can be a poet on this board or one of those Regular Famous Ones)

Ray Bradbury or Philip Larkin.

What's that one thing you've been trying to write a poem about for ages but can't quite make it work yet?

Personal stuff.

You walk into a bar and the first song you hear on the jukebox proves that you're definitely in the right place. What song is it?

Any good jazz - Chet Baker's My Funny Valentine.

What's the finest compliment you ever got?

The green E? Seriously, from my Sumi-e teacher when she leaned over me to look at my work and quietly said "Good."

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Mmm, borscht.

Good homemade borscht is a religious experience.

Bad borscht... well, I think we all know what happened on the Battleship Potemkin...

oh Kevin Kline is an excellent choice. Hadn't thought of him... Perhaps he could speak russian and offer some borscht as well.

bj

 

[GuiltyPleasure]

Mmm, borscht.

Good homemade borscht is a religious experience.

Bad borscht... well, I think we all know what happened on the Battleship Potemkin...

oh Kevin Kline is an excellent choice. Hadn't thought of him... Perhaps he could speak russian and offer some borscht as well.

bj

There is a certain symmetry to Kevin and Borscht - it's true. Perhaps he could sit on my lap and spoon feed me the soup.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

There is a certain symmetry to Kevin and Borscht - it's true. Perhaps he could sit on my lap and spoon feed me the soup.

You are seriously a woman after my own heart.

 

[Angeline]

There is a certain symmetry to Kevin and Borscht - it's true. Perhaps he could sit on my lap and spoon feed me the soup.

You, my darling, can have all the borscht in the world I've ever avoided. And in my family that was a lotta borscht. The bane of my childhood. Borscht. Mit sour cream. Yuck. Yuck. And yuck.

I do like the KK choice though.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Speaking of taste treats (Kevin Kline, not borscht) UYS had asked what absinthe tastes like.

That should be this week's bistro poetry assignment. Write a poem about the taste of absinthe. If you've never tasted it, I bet you still have ideas about its effect, impressions of some absinthe-related scene. (there was a hot absinthe scene with him, for example...)

I'll work on mine. That taste deserves better than a simple description.

bj

 

[Homburg]

Here's our bouncer.

And here I was thinking of applying for the bouncer posting.

I guess I'll setlle for chatting up the hostess and snapping my fingers in applause.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

And here I was thinking of applying for the bouncer posting.

I guess I'll setlle for chatting up the hostess and snapping my fingers in applause.

Lovely to see you! And a special welcome to... y'know, Him.

Tor's just on basic fist-to-the-head duties. I still have a position open for restraint...

And who knows, the bistro could host some interesting events. Maybe a combination shibari demo and poetry slam?

Welcome. Lemme know your favorite beverages and I'll make sure they're in stock.

bj

 

[The_Fool]

I still have a position open for restraint...

If my muse hadn't gone out for Irish Whiskey, I would think that was a good line for a blurt.

 

[Homburg]

Lovely to see you! And a special welcome to... y'know, Him.

Tor's just on basic fist-to-the-head duties. I still have a position open for restraint...

And who knows, the bistro could host some interesting events. Maybe a combination shibari demo and poetry slam?

Welcome. Lemme know your favorite beverages and I'll make sure they're in stock.

bj

I specialise in restraint. Perhaps we could negotiate something...

As to beverages, I'm a simple man. Green tea on one hand, and cold water on the other. I rarely tipple in public.

And as your words twine and intertwine, so will my ropes.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

If my muse hadn't gone out for Irish Whiskey, I would think that was a good line for a blurt.

Still is, I'm thinkin'. Tell your muse I have a fine selection right here. If you drink together, maybe the two of you can get some collaboration going.


Homburg, a little sushi to go with the tea? I have some toro, quite fresh.


bj

 

[Homburg]

Homburg, a little sushi to go with the tea? I have some toro, quite fresh.

Sounds lovely, thank you. Though, don't tell anyone, I am an absolute whore for tako. I'd probably offer you sexual favours for good tako.

Wait, I've offered sexual favours anyway Okay, really involved sexual favours.

Yummy tako.

 

[unpredictablebijou]

Sounds lovely, thank you. Though, don't tell anyone, I am an absolute whore for tako. I'd probably offer you sexual favours for good tako.

Wait, I've offered sexual favours anyway Okay, really involved sexual favours.

Yummy tako.

I just happen to have....

go ahead, help yourself. We'll talk later about the price. I'm sure you'll be able to meet it.

bj

 

[Homburg]

I just happen to have....

go ahead, help yourself. We'll talk later about the price. I'm sure you'll be able to meet it.

I see that I've talked myself into a corner. Fortunately it is a comfortable one, so I guess I'm best to simply enjoy it, eh?

 

[champagne1982]

A Taste of Green

The wormwood blossom
fable hallucinogenic dip
and dervish spin whorls
of mountains tumbled
and lies with licorice
tainted lips whisper

anise scented bitters.
Sip my lovely in velvet
lined chambers secret
stories of artist poets
lovers together slick
satiation follows taste
peppered past your heart.