Of escrow that is. Well, we knew the job was dangerous when we took it. The “buyers” of our home chickened out today. Sissys. They couldn’t take the heat of having to sell their home and buy ours–they wouldn’t make the commitment like we did–to take some chances, believe that their house will sell and make the connections to get into this house.
It’s not the salad days of 2001 when our house sold in 24 hours—for the asking price. This is the real market. This is the real deal. And we’re in it for the long haul. We are still moving and we are still selling. We never left the MLS and now we are back active, price dropped a little bit and we’re good to go. Open houses again, aggressive you know–we mean to sell. No more contingencies.
Yeah, yeah–you don’t care, I know. I’ve got a wine tasting tomorrow and I’ll post that here. I don’t even know what the lineup is and today was a day to catch up on sleep again after perfomrances. I’m afraid light posting is in the offing for a few days. Contact me with any items of note–especially food and wine related….
OH! I forgot. We love our little town and are generally happy here. Most recently, a couple of good fine dining choices have opened up (one of them the wine bistro that I’ll attend tomorrow) and even a couple of wine bars. But there has never really been a good pizza joint–never. We’ve got all the major store brands of course, but no one really set up shop to do the real thing, you know?
That changed during the past couple of weeks–and tonight, we discovered it—Cucina Isabella (no website yet)! It’s owned and run by Gino Milano and it rocks in the pizza-licious sort of way. We’re talking here about crust that is edible all by itself and fresh toppings. These aren’t the Sysco delivered meats and cheeses—these, my friends, are the tomatoes, onions, garlic, basil, meatballs (our choice, that one) and oh my….I still taste it. In my mouth, this time, not burping it up in some foul smoky conconction charring my esophagus and eating away at my stomach lining and in a hellish fashion. No–this is the fine taste of real pizza–New York style–that is just delightful, tasty and…Real.
Would that there were more such places. For now–I’ll be happy with my own hometown pizza. And that is something I’ve wanted to say for a long, long time.