Holiday Buffet in honor of Gunnhildur

From atop a soft perch of winter coats, Sailor seems pleased with the party (and the anchovies).

Holiday Cheer at Cafe Drake.

Seasonal table setting.

Winter antipasto buffet.

Could David be the first person ever amused by Octavio's jokes?

Christine and the Christmas tree.

Gunnhildur needs food fast after the green tea martinis.

Thordis enquires as to the possibility of a fifth martini.


Cafe Drake is always happy to roll out the red carpet for friends visiting from Iceland, or more specifically in this instance, Gunnhildur of Iceland by way of Berlin (where she and Asi Asmmundson and kitty Api Jonsson currently reside). Holidays spirits were high as we sipped Mar-Green - Tinis around ye olde tannenbaum and supped on a winter antipasto buffet of baked pineapple dusted with chile, provolone cheese, cracked and marinated olives, broiled New Zealand mussels glazed with an orange-tomato sauce, wild salmon jerky, tomatoes, cornmeal-stuffed bell peppers, watercress salad and roasted cauliflower with raisins and anchovies. Guests supplied a plethora of red wines and even a white for contrast. Although the evening ended with a (literal) blaze of glory - a rogue candle burst its holder and set aflame a paper lampshade - all visitors, the proprietor of Cafe Drake and Sailor Page were unharmed in the making of this exciting evening. See photos and captions above of the dinner in honor of Gunnhildur.