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The W4 Council recently celebrated their hedonistic existences at a spectacular white truffle tasting dinner at Cru in NYC coordinated by the Editor in Chief: Dr. Boris. Some highlights of the 9-course meal were a langoustine hamachi topped with Sevruga and shaved white truffle, a wonderful veal in lavender which took perfectly to the fungus that was shaved on it, a duo of pappardele in a cream sauce and oxtail ravioli, and above all--an apple-rosemary tarte tatin paired with white truffle ice cream (we're actually not kidding) with further truffle placed on top. The wines paired with this festive feast ran the gammot and included a 1979 Gaja Barbaresco, a 1992 Laville-Haut Brion, and an amazing 1971 Grands Eschezeaux Giroud. There are only a few good restaurants in Manhattan that have wine cellars comparable to those in France and Cru is among the top 3 for sure. One of our senior correspondents Tango Alpha was in a rarefied state of humble yet obnoxious behavior we at W4 so admire. He proclaimed at the beginning of the meal that toasts would follow a pattern of equal parts of these two traits (quite frankly after the 10th fuckin glass we lost count). The service needless to say was perfect, a veritable whirlpool of pampering. Our special guest was a cheerful Italian construction leader who made this culinary circus event complete with his old school New York manners and charm. Finishing off the evening at the bar with a couple rounds of Stingers, we realized that circles had become squares and squares circles, and the Dream Team would continue on to another great day. While stuck in traffic from the fallout of this damn UN week here in Manhattan, Tango Alpha was pondering the idea of what the next post-nuclear family dwelling will be. The future palaces and homes for the elite will not be within the realm of material culture locale per se, but in remote highly-controlled privatized areas with off the grid technology for total freedom. We have seen these private “NEO-MANORS” arriving in major metropolitan areas and in the peripheral nodes of civilization. Why not omit your guilt when you can recycle the biggest tragedy of mankind’s history, missile silos, for your ultimate uncensored pleasure. We guarantee the local police organization will think twice before breaking up your parties when you are at the helm of your underground launch control center monitoring their every move (not to mention the place is only accessible via private plane). We like to think of ourselves here at W4 as being hedonistic venture capitalists with a little green passion to balance out our most unhumble lifestyles. Owning one of these silo homes will surely bring you back in touch with nature through the technology of our most developed mode of destruction. Only through the rabbit hole can Alice find her way back to paradise!
Roughly a month ago, I embarked on a trip for a wedding in Austria. I needed a worthwhile hub on my way to the land of
fraulines and schnitzel, which is how I found Lake Garda and the Villa Feltrinelli-one of the most phenomenal hotels I have
ever had the pleasure of staying at. As many of you know, your fearless editor-in-chief is not easily impressed, but this
place was perfect. The staff and the service were seamless. All my wants and desires were forecasted and sorted out without
any sort of frill or pomp. The grounds and the villa are excellently designed: attractive but not vulgar (not often you'll
hear this Russian saying something like that). The food at Feltrinelli is delicious and plentiful. My favorites were the
pre-appetizer appetizers such as chunky fried zucchini and prosciutto and foie gras on toast served during cocktails on the
terrace. A great day excursion is to get a Riva with driver and cruise the lake and the crazy villas (many of which are
privately owned) and stop for lunch at San Vigilio for a little pasta with bottarga and cream and a bottle of Antinori white.
Also dinner at Lido is excellent. Its a mom and son operation serving among other dishes the best beef carpaccio I've ever
had (generally I find this plate as interesting as egg whites but this really peaked my fancy). Last but not least choppering
in from Milan is the way to arrive, landing on the villa's croquet course.
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Boston nightlife is about as exciting as eating dirt. At first it tastes nice and nutritious and then you realize you are just another sucker who has been hypnotized by some gorgeous vegan goddess at an LA organic smoothy bar. Nevertheless pockets of dirty hipness exist in the city famous for little more than its big dig construction project. The monthly SoSoLimited residency at the Middlesex Lounge is one of these pockets. Backed by MIT's media lab programmers the monthly residency features awe inspiring graphics synchronized to a musical theme. It's so nerdy in its conception that it is actually amazingly cool. With night's like "Money Never Sleeps" and "Burn Hollywood Burn" the visual artists weave an intricate web of pixilated madness played to as 'downtown' a crowd as Boston can hope for. The vibe is downtown academic-hipster but worth a visit if you find yourself digging around Beantown.
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