Iridium

I caught pianist Linda Presgrave's set at Iridium the other night and enjoyed it immensely. Anyone who can start a set with a Melba Liston tune, wrap it up with a Mary Lou Williams piece and play lots of good, solid originals in between is all right with me. And as I overheard someone say, you can't go wrong with Harvie S and Allison Miller as a rhythm section.

I skipped the food, went straight for a glass of Hogue Riesling, which was not on par with the vineyard's other whites. Maybe it had been open way too long. I wouldn't order it again.

My waiter committed a service faux pas that was new to me. He picked up my check and cash, then interrupted the conversation to ask how much money I wanted back. He stood by the table to sort through a wad of bills and count out my change.

I can feel my friend the Billder gnashing his teeth over this one, all the way from California.